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To lie in bed
this morning of a snow
when neither of us
has to go
anywhere for hours
at least. To sprawl
and talk of what
we hope for.
Better, what we know
the years will bring
and contemplate
just knowing
we can see it all
up there
on the ceiling
all aglow,
our life
played out
in color now,
this morning of a snow.
© by Donal Mahoney.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Donal Mahoney (1938 - 2017), the son of Irish immigrants, grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He later lived in St. Louis, Missouri. Donal spent the early ‘70s actively submitting poems to print journals and enjoyed some success. He then took a 35-year hiatus from poetry to work as an editor of prose at such lofty establishments as the Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis. Upon retirement, Donal took to his recliner, and was perfectly happy reading and listening to Gregorian chant all day. After three years, however, his wife bought Donal a computer and showed him where the boxes of still-unpublished poems had been stored in the basement for many years. Thus Donal began actively submitting again in June 2008. See more of his work at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.
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Carol Hauer:
It was definitely worth getting out of the recliner to share such lovely thoughts as "This Morning of a Snow." What a nice way to start a day with snow in the forecast.
Posted 01/11/2011 08:15 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
Such a lovely feeling is stirred by this poem. Very nice!
Posted 01/11/2011 07:41 AM
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