The Snowman and the Blizzard

Painting by Mollie Freeman


THE SNOWMAN AND THE BLIZZARD


You’d think he’d be like a
root in soil or
a star in space
as the snow falls and falls
all around.
You’d think he would embrace
this moment
the way mud hugs a boot
or lava bubbles up
from ocean bottoms.

But the Snowman
in a blizzard
cannot find himself.
All of the edges are gone:
he becomes the horizon
he is the center and circumference
he remembers when stars
fell like snow through the universe,
when light cried like a child
left alone in the dark.


Richard Smyth

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