I watched the snow fall,
a white Thanksgiving
made
before my glistening eyes.
And I thought of my own words:
It snowed.
slowed.
and I wondered how such smallness
could fall so heavy,
pooling in drifts that twist,
writhe,
peak,
defying the pull of gravity.
The weight of it welled up in me,
how all the smallest gifts
pile up and overflow
into mountains of beauty
into a life.
My hands all soapy, I crumbled inside,
knowing this is how we are purified.
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