Snow

The memory of life in my front door
Remains a secret deep within the wood
What came from the tree will never forget
What is of earth is of earth understood
When it reminds us of what we live for

The forest of a hundred years ago
Is present in this door a century
And all of us who sprang from earth should know
The memory is not forgotten yet
There is kinship between this door and me
Which runs as deep in fall as sap and blood

And when the winter comes the wood will show
That it remembers long-forgotten snow

Covering the forest of memory

+Steven Curtis Lance



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