When a drift of snow
moves adrift,
it shifts,
it transforms,
and when we decide to disturb
the illusion of its perfection,
and we "use our hands,
as shovels to uncover hearts".........
we again discover
the Earth beneath
the sparkling surface,
where the roots are,
and tending to its loamy richness:
we will grow,
in a phototropism,
up to the highest beams
of the sun's ray,
each day,
in celebration
and grace.
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