Pillows of light, white snow
Atop the raspberry bramble
At the back of the yard
The edge of the wild place
Behind my building
In town lot, work week.
A winter scene, frozen, captured
Breathless in the cold still air
Glistening back at me, my vision
As the light refracts against
The myriad of individual snowflakes
Gently joining in the blanket
Whisper only, barely visible
Of dry grasses and a clutch of leaves
Left above on a twig
Breaking my reverie
While I am inside, warm
Hearing the day to day sounds
Of my office place, busy
Clack of keys on keyboards,
Hum of the fluorescent lights,
Whir of the computer fan
Oh to be loose in the wood
With snowshoes and camera
To crunch among the vines,
Underbrush and downfallen branches
To catch a glimpse of the small features
And magic held in the snow
At the back of the yard
The edge of the wild place
Behind my building
In town lot, work week.
A winter scene, frozen, captured
Breathless in the cold still air
Glistening back at me, my vision
As the light refracts against
The myriad of individual snowflakes
Gently joining in the blanket
Whisper only, barely visible
Of dry grasses and a clutch of leaves
Left above on a twig
Breaking my reverie
While I am inside, warm
Hearing the day to day sounds
Of my office place, busy
Clack of keys on keyboards,
Hum of the fluorescent lights,
Whir of the computer fan
Oh to be loose in the wood
With snowshoes and camera
To crunch among the vines,
Underbrush and downfallen branches
To catch a glimpse of the small features
And magic held in the snow
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edited July 3, 2014
Pillows of Snow – v2
January 27, 2005 1:46
Pillows of Snow
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