 For my Dad
who said goodbye one year ago tonight:
The Fallen Snow
Sorrow and snow are white
The same on a winter's night
That fall, but sphere's apart
on fields and on the heart.
The fallen snow makes strange
A known and narrow range
Where eminences lost
To vision, snow-embossed
Above the whitened plain,
Stand into sight again.
Sorrow and snow fall white
The same on the winter's night.
Bryon Herbert Reece
I miss you Daddy. |