Sunday snow

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

 

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