Heavy Snow

Heavy Snow

The pine arms hang in heavy sleeves of snow,
their bases seem to open into tents
It is late evening , the whole world is blue
and I have kneed a pathway to the stump
where ice killed off a tree some years ago
and now is used for nothing but the feed
the birds fly toward to feast on winter days
Tonight it gleams a stack of bridal white
I clear it easily with one hard swipe
 

to sit to watch in silence as the world
becomes a catch of gathered glints and cold.
The shelter of the trees blend with the sky.
All one color, the horizon smeared,
into a sameness, but a sameness clear,
and clean, it is as smooth as shiny bone,
almost as though to mimic early dawn,
but it is evening, in my mind and soul,
and you are woven in my train of thought,
I could almost reach out to touch your sleeve,
it is that real, a longing turned belief.
Instead I go inside and try for sleep,
my head held birdlike, buried in a wing.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

you take us with you wherever you go
on this cold night across the snow
to pause at the old stump and feed the birds
and hear the whisper of your quiet words...

a season's greetings to a dear heart

[Jibey]

A finely painted scene, in which the atmosphere is as powerful as the view... and the tinge of sadness touches the reader's heart

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Fascinating read... I particularly liked this part...

to sit to watch in silence as the world
becomes a catch of gathered glints and cold.
The shelter of the trees blend with the sky.
All one color, the horizon smeared,

why? Cause if all the elements of nature can blend together in harmony then why can't we... just another lesson nature teaches us. A beautiful and thought provoking piece.

[Emily B]

I owned a volume of poetry written by Jesse Stewart once . . . this reminds me very much of my Kentucky roots . . . lovely and crisp and clear.