Choices on a Snowy Night

The low sky
reflects the lights of the city.
The white snow reflects that glow.
The white-etched edges of branches
show bright against the dark shapes
stretched from trunk to air.
And so night seems
like day.

I am thinking
about the way
that even a world
as dull and dark
as Kansas
in mid-winter

somehow gains
such a splendor
when all is given
to reflecting
the light

rather than
holding to darkness.
Though snow does not create light,
its reflections make the world brighter.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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