Snow On Good Friday; A Poem

by Hilary Horn

By Catherine Lawton —

We grieve when snow falls

on Good Friday eve.

What about the greening,

the beginnings of spring? when

like manna fallen from Heaven–

“My body broken for you” into

flakes and crumbs–

soft, pure-white flesh

spread upon all that lies

both dormant and sprouting,

at morn reflects the rising sun;

except in rockiest places,

saturates fallow and seeded,

both broken and wasted ground.

 

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