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patterns of ink

How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

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By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Snow

How drab the days
when fallen leaves
blow to and russet fro
and likewise later
melting March
without a bud to show.
The variegated leaf,
the frozen river’s flow...
at last the empty
in between
is covered by the snow.

© Copyright 2007, TK, Patterns of Ink


After a long fall with hardly a speck of snow, we were hit with a storm last night and had a snow day today. Thanks, God. We needed that.

posted by .Tom Kapanka | 9:57 PM

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ang said...
pure happiness. overwhelming gratitude.

a perfect day for a snow day.

:)
[Relocated due to date switch on "Tribute to Veterans" post where comment was.]

9/12/06 2:46 PM  

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