Dropping clean clothes from the dryer onto the bed,
recalling how she had often held them close
as if to save some sacred store of warmth,
I am softly surprised by memory today.
The warmth, like life itself,
proves Scripture true:
a mist appears a little time,
then vanishes as morning dew.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
Dropping clean clothes from the dryer onto the bed,
recalling how she had often held them close
as if to save some sacred store of warmth,
I am softly surprised by memory today.
The warmth, like life itself,
proves Scripture true:
a mist appears a little time,
then vanishes as morning dew.