Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
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Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
From Leavings: Poems
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Wow, what a beautiful post.
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Ms. Scott’s photo is lovely. Nice choice.
Tom
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Today’s snow first was small bouncy pellets that stuck especially to the sidewalk and drive. Now they are bigger dry flakes blowing sideways in th howling wind, forming drifts.
There are as many different kinds of snows as there are ways to work. Some more romantic than others!
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The poem reminds me of the Carthusian’s in France, quietly tucked away doing their work. 🙂
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Kind of like a grain of wheat, falling to the ground.
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