Friday, April 04, 2008

A poem from a reader

Left on my voice mail during the wet, heavy snows last night

Always the pioneer in me
Looks out upon the untracked snow
And thrills to venture out and be
The first to take a step and go
Where no one ever stepped before
Where undefiled creation lies
In drifts, like gifts, as I explore,
The common place is white surprise.
-Margaret Bratton

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