the plural of snow
is snow, how flakes join and fall
into one wholeness
*
winter is
less snow and more cold
to keep it
*
snow does not
know us and happens
where it wills
whether we
welcome it or not. the trick is
to meet it smiling
*
In ten words, it spirals soft
from sky to earth
*
that bird
we call winter
lines her nest
today
and that softness
ripped from her breast
catches in my hair
white feathers
like missed kisses
melting
*
snowsnakes
slip from trees
to twist at my feet
*
shivering
newness
opening to
wonder
*
in Buffalo
it snows sideways
and from the ground up
a miracle
just like that rain
Forrest Gump hated
minus the heat
*
the constellations of winter
are lost in the steam of our breath:
the hunter, the bull
the greater and lesser dogs,
the sea monster and the man that killed him
rest by the celestial river
or reel with the twins
but those jewels, high up
cannot compete with the small stars that fall
to melt in our palms
*
the first snow
we never want to let go
the second and third ones
are what leave us so numb
*
he is set in snow
a ruby burning, preening
cardinal flames his wings
*
snow
a fall
erasure
winter’s white bloom
scentless daisy chains
cold covering in drifts
a blanket that cannot warm
yes, the snow itself is lonely
*
gifted
with this brilliance
this light-catching sameness
my ungrateful eyes
starve for green
*
there is physics to skating:
friction and momentum
curving Newton’s third law
into a glide
& physics in that lesson of snow
teaching lightness
in falling
*
the leaves fell, sparked
brightness arced fades
to dark, and snow
*
snowfall
winter’s beauty
paints this everything
with whiteness we shape angels in
snowfall
*
the radar-generated snow
falls, like feathers
from ripped pillows
I taste winter
with my tongue
and breathe
in this coldness
like oxygen
the spirit opens
to take deeper
*
we are snow
what is unique in us
melted & lost in water cycling
*
I am merely saying & saving
some of what’s wild, grinding
a brightness to pass to you
in a sting of snow, dancing inside a trace
of what phosphoresces under oceans
in a kiss we call sustenance:
what makes us go.
*
(E)very snowflake
is different.
How (can) we
get off our knees?
(erasure, Jeanette Winterson)
*
you sing summer to me
but our seasons are opposed–
winter in my heart
*
pieces of sky fall
sifted confectioner sweet–
we stick out our tongues
*
I crave that covering over
everything raw
snow promises
the blindness of winter
how small things together
change what is seen
to iced monochrome
*
what it means to be pine
a memory quietly hummed
& almost scented
beneath the bite of snow
& resin they wear
*
the snow comes
gently, and with softness
in a careful arrangement of atoms
the snow comes
like sky broken into crumbs
but each one flawless
the snow comes
gently, and with softness
***for Dverse
**** In #3, I was inspired by stole from Rule of Stupid “the snow doesn’t know us.”
***** “the snow itself is lonely” is a quote by Joseph Wood Krutch
Susan Daniels Poetry 