Cooling our fiery tempers,
the snow slows nerves to a dull throb,
forcing us home in retreat from its chill and icy sting
through the slowed cyclical traffic crawling the corridor.
We bundle together; and then
we rush outside,
rubbing our faces in the drifting banks by the juniper bushes,
pinkening our cheeks, jaundiced by fluorescent brightness.
Awed in each other’s eyes and tearing from the white wind, we exclaim, “My God!” tasting the frosty feast.
Tacitly we act together, touching with no burden today,
no choice to be made.
The snow has made it for us:
to stay and act in company,
quietly conspiring.
Asking why we don't do this more often,
we make promises we can’t possibly keep.
5 comments:
very nice photo!
Very inspiring :)
Thank you. We had snow last week, and then 78 degree weather on Monday! Quite a variation in temperatures that!
Your words speak volumes, as always. Loved this and looking forward to more.
Thanks, Ruth. I wrote this a while ago, but thought it was appropriate after the snow we just had in town. See you soon.
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