Which White Snow
In the winter
there are poems beneath the snow
footprints
frozen on a sidewalk,
lonesome birds, skaters on a pond.
I was safe,
and too warm inside today.
You didn’t come home
according to my time.
I sat at the window
and watched the snow
in mindful vegetation;
white water chrystal that clings
to itself,
white snow that packs
and picks up more snow.
Are you out there,
stuck in the snow?
Are you clinging to your self,
or are you packing
to pick up more snow?
In the winter
there are poems beneath the snow
footprints
frozen on a sidewalk,
lonesome birds, skaters on a pond.
I was safe,
and too warm inside today.
You didn’t come home
according to my time.
I sat at the window
and watched the snow
in mindful vegetation;
white water chrystal that clings
to itself,
white snow that packs
and picks up more snow.
Are you out there,
stuck in the snow?
Are you clinging to your self,
or are you packing
to pick up more snow?