Winter Dance

PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:

Winter Dances

So many ways that snow falls! 

Sifted meal piling in a bowl 

Or cross-blown and cheek-stinging 

'Til every tree trunk is skunk-tailed down the side. 

There's raucus, chattering snow that clings as ice

And snow that clumps and thunders softly 

And weighs branches low. 

But last through yawning space, unhurriedly slow, 

Fall silent, gaping flakes of settling down, 

And the tired earth is quilted and quelled,

And ragged meadows dance a brittle dance.