Sunday, January 09, 2011

At Sunrise on Winter Days

at sunrise on winter days,
our trail is through new fallen snow —
every footfall a waxing moon

our muffled steps rise up
through the snow-drowned trees
like flocks of pale buntings

goldenrod, thistles, milkweed,
great spruces weighted under snow —
all nod in early greeting

ghost choirs of summer grosbeaks
sing above our heads — icicles
form along the rooflines as we pass

winter rounds the village, smoothing
contours of house and street alike —
spinning deserts out of snow

in morning stillness, we know ourselves
at last — perfect and complete,
nothing abandoned or left behind.

(Cate)

3 comments:

One Woman's Journey said...

Beautiful - but with the cold wind and snow this early morning - my footprints will only lead to the bird feeders that are close to my cottage.

LauraX said...

beautiful....what a joy to read. This morning we had a magnificent guest...a red tailed hawk, majestically swept from tree to tree in the woods outside my window!

Cindy said...

"....in morning stillness, we know ourselves....." yes we do, and it's when I pay the most attention.