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.