9-4 Stilling

As we get snow 1-3x’s a year in the old Tar Heel State, snow remains enchanting and hence, some winter ago, inspired this one:



Snow anemones sag to crystalline lawns,

windy gusts clearing their branches.


A cardinal seems a cherry on a frosty limb,

fluffing at a female peeking

from a juniper bough.


As I stare through the picture window,

the snowy frame presses my lens

and when eyes close,


the white rectangle lingers

and fades into inner pitch.


Thoughts swell, burst into

a polar-capped squirrel’s nest,

a snow crystal fused on glass…


barely breathing… silent… still…


until You fill all.