With the rain the world
emerges from the first snow of
winter. Fun while it
lasted. Do we prefer
the world in recess, presence
muted by white stuff?
In that silence we
praise the word’s pure otherness,
the One’s nothingness.
Say a prayer a-
gainst the time not long when rain
freezes as it falls.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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