In the stark lovely of snow
Wind whirls handfuls thru trees —
That it lingers here!
It piles
Oaks loom heavy green
leaves shiver magnolia
cones freeze and hold on
Flakes drift
The dim sky ladles icy dust over a cabin
with blue edged windows and door
sharper still against the winter white
stacked wood ready for fire
The warmth it will give!
Nearby a marsh
cord grass — stilled in pluff mud —
stands like sentinel of snow
In reverence
we watch this agile art
scene of peace the quickness of sun
will melt away but we have seen
this quiet burst of miracle
this inexplicable burst of miracle
