Friday, December 22, 2017

let mortals

I drove east today, morning all around.
Clouds edged yellow and peach and gold.
'When morning gilds the sky,
our hearts awaking cry...'
The snow geese are on the move,
long necks stretching,
wide wings sweeping,
'let mortals too upraise, their voice in hymns of praise.'
and the air smells like snow.

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