Pillows of snow by Raymond A. Foss
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild place Behind my building In town
A winter scene Breathless in the cold still air Glistening back at me As the light refracts against The myriad of individual snowflakes Gently joining in the blanket
Whisper only Of dry grasses and a clutch of leaves Left above on a twig Breaking my reverie While I am inside Hearing the day to day sounds Of my office place Clack of keys, Hum of the fluorescent lights, Whir of the computer fan
Oh to be loose in the wood With snowshoes and camera To crunch among the vines, Underbrush and downfallen branches To catch a glimpse of the small features And magic in the snow
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