A sheet of fine white linen stretches
before me on walkway and road,
beckons feet to be first in
joining winter’s royal procession.
I wonder in pre-dawn light
why the grass alone seems bare,
uninterested in the festive show;
it has simply swallowed the snow whole.
Praying today: For all those who are taking first steps of one sort or another.
(Check this site to find out about January’s 2012 “River of Stones” of which these small stone posts are a part.)
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