This morning, driving through
Dense drifts of snow,
Palpable, hanging in
The air, blowing
Across fields and back roads,
Everything was white
Brightest grays, though
Now and then sky broke
Into a bit of blue, quickly gone
Into the clerestory
Of light shadowing the stark
Architecture of bare trees
Against the landscape, and
All the while
Snow falling through erratic
Sunlight was just so
Fleeting gorgeous,
Hymning, dancing
Wind-borne
Into the waiting balance.
Allelu, allelu.
ReplyDeleteTY Julia, and do you know how I value your reaction, response—you of the elegant word.
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