Winter Prayer
- At December 17, 2016
- By drynick
- In Reflections
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Secretly, I always pray
for snow—lots and lots
of snow. I long for the high
mounds and deep banks—
for the innocent fluffy descent
that defeats the orderly intentions
of angry plows and easily shackles
the rushing cars to slowness
and creep. Now no urgency
on earth can defeat the downward
reign of whiteness. Schools everywhere
close and parents are allowed again
to see their children. At home, only
essential people are called out,
while the rest of us snuggle up
together in this great white world
with only a few good books
and a cup of tea.
Follow David!