Across a snowy landscape
In reverie
Things stitch together
Under lace of smoke, pluming from the fire into
Ice that hangs in air,
The curl of years
Weaving through the vision's
Gray winter afternoon,
Heart beating,
Grateful
Contemplative
Pausing in emotion's balance --
Brought on by years and
The running out of time, when
Just a few magisterial snows are left,
Each one amplifying my repose
By gently covering all that is
Unnecessary
And nurturing what is left --
Suddenly I see so clearly
How the belt of snow and cap of sky,
Their spare distinctions elemental,
Encompass all that anyone might ever need to find,
To nourish everlasting, back
From the high fields to the fire.
No comments:
Post a Comment