Saturday, February 17, 2007

Recovering on a Snowy Saturday Morning
By Don Iannone

The fresh fallen snow brings welcomed silence
on a lingering gray Saturday morning.
It whispers and hushes,
as only a tender-loving mother can do.
It buries the agitation, frustration and stress
of a disastrous work week, turning
amusing dreams into horrifying nightmares.
The fresh fallen snow brings insulation
from the pain of self-doubt and self-flagellation--
both all to familiar ways we abuse
the beautiful spirits given us by God.
Once again, there is the reflection:
What really is the work we do?

6 comments:

QUASAR9 said...

fresh fallen snow
pure & white in almost any light

samuru999 said...

Beautiful poem, Don!
Fresh fallen snow always refreshes my spirit!
We had snow last night.
I took a walk early in the morning and the snow was glistening like diamonds....it was pure bliss!
Sorry I have not paid you a visit in a while...I have been away from blogging!

Hope all is well with you!
Take care!

Margie

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Snow may be beautiful, but I'm ready for Spring! Very nice.

floots said...

here's to a better week for you
enjoy the crunch of the snow under your feet
and
for a while
forget the rest

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all for your comments. Margie, good to have you back.

Mike said...

Hi Don,

I've been quite busy as well - having started my PhD work (while continuing full-time employment).

This is a nice piece. It reflects well on the age-old questions: What is it that we do? Why do we do it? Is there a purpose? Or is the purpose the work itself. We just had a nice snowfall a few days back here in Chicago. It's now getting to the point of being black and slushy, but for the first few days, that light fresh whiteness was quite beautiful.

Mike

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