Snow falls on Grace
There are two trees
joined at the hip, I noticed.
Glad to release that thought
and change my glimpse to a gaze.
I think the snow is fluttering
in witness, and blanketing
in gentle grace, framing
their long limbs for me.
I stop and look at the campus.
it seems fitting that nestled in
a merging of ideas, hope and yearning
these two choose here to wait.
I should learn about trees
and know their names.
We carry such desires in our calling,
wanting it whispered just so.
arifah 
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