Poem of the Season

March 9, 2021

Overnight Snow 

It is a lavish hand that frosts

the evergreens so heavily

that they droop and drip snow

on the unaware;

while just as light a hand

layers each flake, one upon

the other, with delicate precision

on the slimmest of twigs,

vulnerable to the slightest breath.

But with sun and wind retired,

the stillness bears up

the laden trees with fresh light,

east meeting west overhead,

like a churchyard doorway or a

real-life tunnel of love,

cheering on those who take a chance,

who dare pass through laughing,

hand in hand, like you and me,

and blessing life anew.