Made New By Snow

I live in north Seattle where we have just enjoyed (or not) a rare snowfall.

Made New By Snow

In the long dark hours of night

Snow fell.

I stand four stories tall

Upon my tiny deck.

With joy I breathe the air

So cold and sharp

I feel cleansed from cell

To soul.

I sweep my sight down and back

The long line of fir and cedar,

Elder trees of a hundred years

Standing shoulder to shoulder,

My most constant friends.

Today each wears

A wrap of white tall and

Glistening in fall from the sky.

Brides of Christ?

Travelers of the Haj?

Or just old friends of the Creator?

Eventually I look downward 

Upon a world made pure and simple,

No print of foot nor tire

To mar the snowy blanket,

No voice to mar

The icy silence.

I lay out food for my other friends,

No doubt hard in need of energy.

There is seed for the little ones,

Juncos, towhees and thrush,

Chopped peanut for crows and jays,

Suet for all.

This snowy morning 

Creator sings

Of her creations.

Can you hear her?

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I most certainly can hear her! And what a rapture it is. The crows, sentinels of nature, their caws a greeting for us, perhaps their way of conversing with each other. They are so observant, more than we know. And the elder trees are most becoming. Their stoic nature reminding us how important it is to let go. I love the silence of a snowfall. The quiet, the stillness. Those little friends you speak of, having to bury down deep for food, often through a frozen ground. Your verses are beautiful in their delivery. So much to breathe in!

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Kelly for a very nice review. Although I have just begun to explore your body of work, I feel such a similarity in how we view the world and how we write about it. You inspire me, I hope I can inspire you.

[A.H.]

That's so nice to read. I know, I heard Seattle got some snow recently. This is sweet write for a perfect snow day. I get the feeling. Well expressed, Michael. Thanks for writing and sharing.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you A.H. We don’t get many snow days, I am pleased the inspiration visited me to try to capture it in writing. Pleased you like it.

[Adriana]

A beautiful poem, as always. Lovely to read every word!

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Adriana, hope you are well.