Society of Fellows

January 17, 2014

An old tradition calls on a snowy Monday evening
And a drop readies to leave its mother cloud
To return to the earth that sustains all
To stay and taste the roots of many a tree
To smell the newness of the old fields
Into the depths of night
Till the Tuesday breeze carries it gently away.

 

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