Friday, January 25, 2013

Real snow

It is light snow, yes, but finally the real stuff.  Today is a home day, an inside consider the prospects home day.  My beloved is off interviewing someone for a new position.   My daughter is in school.  It is the cat and the turtle and me.  Yesterday was enveloped in anxiety tinged with sadness.  Today is outlined in snow.  Finally the real stuff.


Here it is finally:
Real snow.
It covers the grass,
Gives dimension to the black branches
Out back.
Snow clings to the tops
Of all things outside.
It asks to be drawn
In words,
In charcoal drawings.
It demands
To be gazed upon,
Run through with abandon
Like the squirrels.
The ducks climb the hill
Across the way,
Gather for the spread corn,
Corn which finally has a reason
For being.
Finally
Real snow.
Finally there is purpose
For winter things,
For winter white,
Finally real snow
To cling to everything
Outside.

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