“Snowfall,” New Era, Jan. 2010, 49


    Soft and watery she glides

    cob-webbing my hair

    and how did I live

    devoid of her whiteness

    eclipsing the joy I once could see

    in crackling browns

    and sopping greens

    she ghosts the mountains

    clothes leafed tangles

    in purity

    and mounds upon

    each antlered tree

    cloaking earth’s rough beauty

    in sanctity.

    Photo by Breanna Davies; do not copy