Snow

Some days

The snow has taken me in

To know the time of snow, to live

Inside a world so quiet

Its music

Is all a shimmering. Some evenings

When quite alone

I turn off every light

And watch the snow

Enjoy the dark, moving lushly

Through spiky air,

Finding more time

In time

Than when I stretch myself

And am

My father's father. Oh yes,

There is

A sparkling choir, there surely is,

And dark ice air

Through which we fall