REPORT: February 2, 2021

REPORT: February 2, 2021


No shadows this year, no light sharpening shapes.

Instead, tracks of a fox bounding 

through belly-deep snow across the unplowed drive

into the pinewoods edged with bramble 

where the rabbits hide. West wind drifts the snow.

Sun and moon rise and set behind the clouds.

March Prompts #3: MARCH SNOW



This snowstorm’s not exactly late,

In fact, they happen all the time.

This sort of thing’s what we expect

For living in a Northern clime.


Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean

It’s something we appreciate–

Wouldn’t it be more comforting

If winter had a closing date?




Snow begins, flake by flake.

For a little while I can follow

the little shapes as they fall

from the snow-colored

sky to the snow-covered ground.


I would wish all my life

to be this way:

slow steps, distinct musics,

each moment acknowledged,

every face its own.


January 2, 2015