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. 

   

  
  
  

Hail Like Lotus

Hail hits the house,
Soul trying to get in.
We build our minds,
place bolts on the doors,
locks on windows,
shutters,
blinds,
curtains,
mortar and bricks,
cement thoughts,
fears,
expectations,
desires.
We build our minds
and Soul wants back in.