I can see this nighttime snowfall

in its prismatic whiteness,

deeply white:

layers of light on light

white so white

a fiery whiteness

and breathtakingly

cold.

I taste this apple

golden fine meat and sweet

red-yellow healing fruit

for the nations beginning with

my tongue, then yours,

then shared

in noisy gratitude.

But quiet now:

hussshhh in the silence and

listen

deeply

listen

because there is more

there is always more

world without end

white and sweet

amen

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