Poetry

Soul Bright Borders

Rapture in the pasture

Rapture in the Pasture.” Photo ©Katherine Pollock.

When you look up towards a snowbank,
from where you’ve lain down in rapture,
while crossing the prickled field
on a cloudless day in winter, and you notice
the glow around each crystalline snowflake rim
blazing against the blue, blue sky,
and you’re electrified by the realization
that each of those halos around a single
perfect world,