Winter Storm
On Record Snowfall, 2/11/10
Snowflakes—
Sifting,
Sifting,
Silting,
Settling,
Stealthily overcoming lawn and leaf,
Roof and roadway—
Transfix attention with their delicate beauty,
Microscopic bits of Irish lace.
Floating down irregular as feathers,
Deceptively light,
Multitude on multitude inexorably accumulate.
Boughs bow
Beneath the weight
Of dusty anxieties.
What does not bend,
Shed burden to strong, waiting earth,
What does not bend must break,
Though strong live wood
Thick as Jacob’s thigh,
Joint sundered with a touch.
~crm,
4/15/10
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