Saturday, January 20, 2007

Withholding Judgment on a January Saturday Morning
By Don Iannne

A few arbitrary snowflakes tumble
from the airy gray January sky,
like lazy marshmallows,
with no certain destination.
Just like life: tumbling down into,
and through us...lacking any certainty beyond
what the moment knows and teaches us.
Einstein once said: "Before God,
we are all equally wise,
and equally foolish."
How foolish to judge the morning snow,
or its destination; let alone life
as it so happens, and dances,
like a sure-footed ballerina,
spinning on the head of a pin.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

You write with magic flowing from your quill Don.

Anonymous said...

Yep -I agree with Janice.
Just in from engaging in my new hobby...
shoveling snow...

Cerebralwaste said...

SNOW? What is snow? Haven't seen any in over a year!

Great poem Don.. As Always!

ciao!
mark

GO PATRIOTS!!!

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Don Iannone said...

Thanks Mark, Dan and Janice.

Kathleen said...

Wow Don, I'm with everyone else on this... your poetry is amazing!

Lovely!!!!

Anonymous said...

i agree with everyone: this is wonderful!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Kathleen and Polona. Welcome and enjoy your Saturday night.

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