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.
Sunday Morning Whiteout
November 1, 2017
November 1, 2017
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.
