Wednesday, November 12, 2014
November 12 - How Is It that the Snow
How is it that the snow
amplifies the silence,
slathers the black bark on limbs,
heaps along the brush rows?
Some deer have stood on their hind legs
to pull the berries down.
Now they are ghosts along the path,
snow flecked with red wine stains.
This silence in the timbers.
A woodpecker on one of the trees
taps out its story,
stopping now and then in the lapse
of one white moment into another.
“How Is It That the Snow” by Robert Haight
from Emergences and Spinner Falls, © Copyright © 2002.