Sunday snow
Each of us has
our own silence
our own voice
our own view
of the world :
art and poetry
are at the point
of sharing
of mapping out
the common ground
Today it’s snowing
and as I watch
the falling flakes
I remember
all the years
that it ever snowed
in my life
so that the snow
is a revisitation
bringing a tumult
of memories
out of the sky
John Lyons