from here
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly.
leaving nothing out.
like the snow, quietly, quietly.
leaving nothing out.
—Wendell Berry from his collection Leavings, (Counterpoint, 2009)
now this is f l a t .... from The Murmuring Cottage
1 comment:
What a telling image. I hadn't read that before. And you have supplied the perfect moving picture to accompany the poem.
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