This was last year's Christmas poem- I was afraid I'd lose track of it:
Snow
When it snows overnight
I hear the silence,
leap up light as a child on Christmas morning.
White sweeps clean the city,
shines like hope.
Again I think:joy!
How could we have children otherwise?
Knowing what we know,
the shadow slipping along behind us.
It is our blind and happy nature
to think it all will change,
that this Christmas will be the one,
this birth the saving grace.
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