Snow is on the way
Snow is on the Way: 15 January 2022
Sometimes I have nothing to say. I’m bone-weary of pandemic and politics and contempt. I’m winter-empty of any comforting word. I’m sheltering some seeds of hope; hiding in the darkness. Be well, my friends. Tend to your souls.
Snow is on the way!
I long for its hand to soothe
Our world’s weary brow