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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