Love ItLove It

Let is now

Poised by the door

the gloves

that worn

and frayed

fit the shovel perfectly.

A match

made over time.

The sweat

pooling in the fingers

the shovel sliding



but the snow still falls.

There piled

there falling

always there

the gloves waiting

fingers clenching the

very air

as if holding

the shovel

knowing snow now was there.

  • Have you ever looked to the sky to dream?

    • Yes
    • No

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.


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