a reflection made in snow by Linda Crate
by Patricia | 1.31.12
I watched as the white of snow
starched the earth clean of sins —
like the Savior washed me white
by his blood. It seemed a stark
contrast of his shedding white for
red and the earth shedding scarlet
for white, but I think He favors the
irony just as much as we do. I stood
in the bone numbing cold of winter,
letting its reflection embrace me tight.
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February 25th, 2012 at 9:12 pm
For me, this is the best part of this poem. Also, for me, this poem reflects back to the cardinal in the previous poem.