A Poem On A Tuesday

It snowed again. The cold front has returned. So here's one of my poems inspired by winter:

Snowed In

It was so pretty, wasn’t it—waking to winter’s

first snow spread out like breath on roofs and lawns.

Like a ghost—occupying chairs, flower pots, and tops

of cars. Shin deep. Soft and seemingly weightless

as a kiss of air, or a thousand kisses.

But tree limbs creak and buckle under such harmless beauty.

Backs ache into the lean of shovels, the kids go mad. And you,

standing there in the silvered wind with all your thoughts—

your fears and wonders and unspoken loves

wheezing in your mind like so many kisses.

What will it cost you? Your thinking

is a leaded blanket smoothed over your shoulders.

It is the sap in your bones. The blinding light

of sun across a white expanse, hallowing eyes.

Innocent yet enveloping.

Casey Lord