Blank, clean, unseen like white paper mache
over a white balloon.
The cold days when children hold hands
over the vent, bodies bundled en mass
in this season
of winter’s utmost, with beauty
and barrenness both –
The snow in constant consistent
movement, moving like in a gorgeous painting,
itself still, reflecting
nature’s absolute conquest.
Showing no favourites – the snows
gather on rooftops, glide over sidewalks and over
birds huddled in eavestroughs.
The snows that make life surrender,
leaving us motionless as we should be,
unashamed of our pure ineffectualness.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Green King Poems and Poetry Zine” November 2015
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