Thursday, December 15, 2011

Shoveling Snow

image borrowed from bing

Shoveling Snow

If day after day I was caught inside
this muffle and hush

I would notice how birches
move with a lovely hum of spirits,

how falling snow is a privacy
warm as the space for sleeping,

how radiant snow is a dream
like leaving behind the body

and rising into that luminous place
where sometimes you meet

the people you've lost. How
silver branches scrawl their names

in tangled script against the white.
How the curves and cheekbones

of all my loved ones appear
in the polished marble of drifts.

Kirsten Dierking

Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
"Shoveling Snow" by Kirsten Dierking, from Northern Oracle.

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