Amen
The slow time has now begun, when
flakes the size of quarters fall
adrift on gentle breezes again
filling the hollows in stone walls.
In insular suspense we see
the slow time has now begun, when
snowfall nuzzles the trunks of trees,
blankets the fields, lies in the glen.
A time for sleep, a resting den
get out the the books and records,
the slow time has now begun, when
the stacks of wood are piled in cords.
Yes, slow time has begun, she yawns
and pulls the covers to her chin,
back to sleep until the dawn for
the slow time has now begun, amen.
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