Erin Davis lives and writes in Spokane, Washington.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Snow stops the sounds Running round in my head. It covers all the crying And creeping away. It brings the breath from my mouth And suspends it so I can see it. It muffles my mind’s mantra Of I want, I want, I want. It saves me from my smallness And sweeps me into the silence, The whooshing expansiveness, Of the great I Am.