Thursday, February 13, 2014

snowy night into day

 "I cried over beautiful things 
knowing no beautiful thing lasts...

new beautiful things come in the 
first spit of snow 
on the northwest wind, 
and the old things go, not one lasts."

- Carl Sandburg

Like in a dream when everyday objects 
become uneveryday and fluffy with no hard edges. 

Life shouldn't be so hard-edged all the time,
Ullr, the old Norse god of snow, wills it.
Ever so often, even the Vikings 
took off their helmets and played with bunnies.
or, so it has been whispered in my ear
by an old Norse god.

Officially, 5.8 inches in Knoxville, 
the deepest snow in 18 years. 

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