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.