Snow Snow Snow

My mind is full of snow.

Air turns soft with feathered light–
ten thousand stars falling to earth,
a nest of dreams in winter down,

nothing but stillness
and heart hushed with wonder.

Hunger

Full moon

deer crunch frost-bitten grass
white tails, short beards quiver in the cold
ears alert, noses hoaried by first snow
crystallized breath, falling, falling
into tree shadows long against a blue white earth

nothing but silence
                   and ice-jawed winter,
gnawing from inside out. 

   

  
  
  

Heart

Little wild song bird,
love is not a cage
but a nest
to which you return
day after day.