Morning Poem, January 30, 2020

Now comes the snow

At last, a covering

Or so we will hope

On this grey day


All that is broken and dead

All that the turning of the earth

Has cast aside

Will disappear


And all will be new

And sins forgiven

And failure forgotten.

Copyright 2020

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