Snow Whispers

clouds are holding secrets of snow
here in the hush we whisper
as they do – softy – wondering
waiting for white to settle and
displace grey light

where is the wonder of silence?
they have fastened themselves
to screens and chairs
blinded by an artificial light
the blind type with their thumbs
and lead the blind

come out into the wood, child
here is the true light
look up and look round
take off your shoes and stare
at the rosy grey brown branches bare
and weep for all that has been lost
and found

waste time here
come and find
what time is really and what is wasting
here in the hush come and whisper
the place where you’re standing is holy ground

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