Poem: What is Not Hidden

windowed barn Durkeytownrt.jpg

What is Not Hidden

Snow falls.
White.
Silent.
Hiding everything
but the most vibrant.

About this poem

Life’s winter beats up on us, and often subdues us. But the things that remain – how glorious!

Or a poem about snow.

Tom

PS – the picture was taken in Durkeetown, NY.

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