The Vision Descends Poem by DM W
The Vision Descends
The vision descends
Like strange, heavy, silent snow:
Slow awakening.
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: vision
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8/15/2025 12:07:43 AM # 1.0.0
I can relate, Dominic, to the images in the second and third lines of this one. I think of the times I’ve woken on winter mornings and first sensed the silence, then slowly came to realize then see snow had fallen during the night. -Glen
Thanks Glen...I think falling snow is such a strong metaphor.