Wits' End Studio
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. Thomas Merton
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Snow Toward Evening
Suddenly the sky turned gray,
The day,
Which had been bitter and chill,
Grew soft and still.
Quiety
From some invisible blossoming tree
Millions of petal cool and white
Drifted and blew,
Lifted and flew,
Fell with the falling night.
~
Melville Cane
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