epiphany snow


I had not thought it could be so white.

Ice white under frost white

long shadows blue white.

The cold bite of a winter street

houses squat

stiff walls, safe as a knot.

The ground as a sheet


hard as a promise is to keep.


The everyday suspended.

Sitting in its place,

silence, like a great white cat.

In the air a thick white weight


trees to be dressed in it,

blessed in it

caressed, as a mother

did the child.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. David says:

    That is brilliant -beautiful, crisp, sharp, with an ending that elaborates the title. Fine example of what a poem can do, suggesting much more than it states.


  2. You are extremely kind. I’m
    feeling inspired by others’ poems too today.


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