Tonight
Reaching out to shadows in the darkness
I find old poems
Each word
Like the snow flakes outside:
Conceived in the black of night
They were admired only as they fell:
Each a unique jewel
Before they melded with the others on the ground
And when sunrise came
(Just as I know it will come tomorrow)
And the storm stopped
All the snow looked the same
In the daylight…
But in the darkness anything is possible
So even now I can reflect
On the gentle violence
Of ignorant words
And the softly falling snow...
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