Thursday, January 9, 2014

Snow says

I sit and contemplate the burning bush through the front window.  It is positioned between the Christmas tree, slated to be re-boxed on Saturday, and the nativity scene which will also be stored away.  But now... it's almost as if I had planned the way the snow is suspended on the burning bush.

The snow stays suspended
Between the branches
Of the burning bush.
It is warmer today.
Slightly warmer.
The snow has parked itself
On the lowest branches
Because I can
Snow says
My turn
Snow says
To inhabit the bush.
Something has to keep it warm
Snow says
Warmth is found
In many forms.
With enough imagination
Sometimes even
In me.

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