POETRY
March 1 — Snow Reflection
And perhaps a spring reveal?
Published in
Apr 27, 2022
March 1, a moment longer, midnight snow,
Gentle flurries, quiet falling snow, still,
Just there drifting, floating in the dark,
Blurring street and porch lights, dusting, silent,
A resolve to cover, gentle, soft, flannelly cold.
Four months of snow in all its various forms,
The first snowfall, riddled with anticipation,
A change from fallen leaves; then, a blizzard,
Fierce winds, great drifts, deathly cold, longer nights;
And then, just ice for hours; days of skrudge.
Winter will end, predictable, assured,
But is some child freezing, huddled in the cold?
Refugee of greater plans, cast aside by war?
Snow covers all, everywhere, till the spring reveal.
