Boston Snow
Fresh snow fell through the night
Washing the world again
covering all the barren trees
with a fresh cold compress
Given as a gift
to slow
to heal
to strengthen what remains
until spring thaw
when sap begins
to flow
and new life appears
in bud and blossom
Hope arises in our hearts
as it always does each spring
reminding us not all is lost
life will be renewed
again
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Julie is currently living in the Pacific Northwest. She has traveled and lived for many years abroad mostly in China, Central Asia and India. She brings the wealth of these experiences to her writing.
Mr. Douglass’ time in Ireland is variously referenced as an “odyssey,” “compelling,” “a place where he found his voice.”
On his final day there, in a letter he wrote to William Lloyd Garrison, Mr. Douglass spoke of his time in Ireland with these words,
“I can truly say, I have spent some of the happiest moments of my life since landing in this country. I seem to have undergone a transformation. I live a new life.”
