Sunday Morning Whiteout

© kichigin19

All night falling snow, a trackless silence,

and now dawn light snow filled until

all ways across the field have failed but still

at the table soft voices warm as hands.

Franchot Ballinger lives in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Posted in: Poetry, Quaker Libraries

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