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P. S. Burton
winter frosted daze


The winter frosted daze
Which has overcast the
Night and brought beauty
And reasurence to the day.
Has made me glad. I find
Myself looking at and out the
little window seeing the snow fall
Softly onto the tatterted roof
Of the barn on the other side of
The meadow. I can see everything from
My little window on the side of the house
Where I only go.

Have you ever known a place that
Is so warn and distressed that it's
Beautiful. I say that word a lot. I don't think
I know the true definition yet. Maybe that's the
Word that can explain everything like
A smooth texture of an apple or the sounds that
A birds makes before its rains or maybe
That's just the word that comes to your mind when
You think of anything.

I love sitting here by my little
Window on the side of the house
That gives sight to the meadows and
The barn where the snow is still falling softly
On it's tattered roof. But let me not forget why
I came to my little window?et it is a fact that
From every window on this side of the house gives
The same images of the snow, and the meadow
, and the barn; but in a larger and more focused
View.

I came here today to engrave that saying that Mother
Had always wrote on the inner covers of her books
"From the Sublime to the Absurd"

I took out my old rusted knife that was in the
Pocket of my jeans…I had been cutting the last
Of the tobacco in the barn where the snow was
Falling softly on its tattered roof that is across the
Meadow and cane be seen from the little window and the
Rest of the windows on this side of the house.

I started to engrave my mother idiom on the
Top panel of the little window "From the Sublime
To the Absurd" the task took well over
Twenty minutes to complete. I looked over what
I had done and put my fingers between the words
That I have just carved like it was Braille. I looked
Out the little window and saw that the snow had stopped
Falling softly on the tattered roof of the barn across
From the meadow which could be seen from my little window.





 



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