
ordinary days
filled with many small blessings
when we choose to see

ordinary days
filled with many small blessings
when we choose to see

single shaft of light
reaching the end of the day
a beacon of hope
the time has passed
no longer does winter sun
come through the window
ripping the silence
the revving a chainsaw makes
stillness after thud

snow patch in the shade
remains days after the rest
melted in the sun