Wednesday, November 7, 2012


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Winter’s chill seems inevitable
It has waited outside my door
Where it has always been visible
White snow high on distant mountains
I always saw it there but never felt it
Until it descended like a river into my valley
And separated me so far from the sun

Let my soul be generous to this powerful visitor
The one who knew me before my journey began
This ancestor of life, whom I honor