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:

Stilling

 

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.

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