December 5, 2013

Thursday Poem - Together

at sunrise on winter days,
our trail is through newly fallen snow,
and every footfall's a waxing moon

our muffled steps rise and fall
through towering snow-drowned spruces,
hearts as one, in tune, in time

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

ghost choirs of summer grosbeaks
sing above our heads, icicles form
along roof lines as we pass

winter rounds the village out,
smooths the contours of house and street,
spinning rippled deserts out of snow

in morning softness, we know ourselves
at last—perfect, still and so complete
nothing abandoned or left behind

kerrdelune (me)


Peaceful/Paisible said...

love to you sweetheart…here the sun's shining, it's not cold…you're in my thoughts…

Hilaire said...


I think the last stanza encapsulates why we like the world seen after snowfall so much - somehow we share in its purity and perfection for a few moments.

Guy said...

Hi Cate

This a lovely poem it really captures the spirit of the season.


Mystic Meandering said...

"spinning rippled deserts out of snow" - love that line... And the last stanza is lovely - knowing ourselves as complete... Yes!

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

"and we know ourselves at last"
It seems to take a long time
but so thankful when it happens.
Love your words...