The light snow stayed the light snow
fallen yesterday. Night added nothing.
Dreams, of course, but nothing I can
put my eyes on like more snow.
I have become more of an eye and ear
kind of a guy; I need to see and hear,
feel and touch before I know what’s
before me. I shy away from the abstract,
the intellect that scorns the heart,
language that mocks the soul, exploits
the flesh, enhances our fears. I can see
the snow and rain, get my eyes and ears
on beauty, the peace that passes understanding,
that love that needs no explanation.
-Byron Hoot
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