A Year of Poems – Day 172

Bliss in the blizzard,
Blooming in bleak winter,
Singing that sears deaf ears,
Till sound soars through –
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Falling on these deaf ears.
Snow or sunshine might reign within,
Blessings, blessings, blessings
Fall among the bleary and bright eyed
As we all lean into the blizzard of blessings.

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