Snowetry

The First Snow

To Behold the Beauty of Nature

The duties of the Night Usher in a new dawn As lantern fire bespeckles The darkened landscape In the heavy black Of early morn’.

Somewhere a scarecrow shivers Along with the ravens pecking For food amongst straw, So the wind whispers Wiser than them all.

The air is pregnant with Harvest As is the Moon, too, with child, Crisp leaves crackle like Freshly laid kindling Onto an afterthought Of fire.

The negative eye sees the earth As scorched in red-hot fire Glowing white, for all is all The eye can see, Yet to a softer glance Perhaps, but a chance To see the frozen treats Of the sky.

Cozy is the blanket formed anew Fallen gently upon all terrain, The chill of the Mother demands notice Yet bellied to the Sun, There is no compare.

Upon waking, when mind has Spoken with body —  When intention has become Enlimbered— I shall witness this silent Magic that has fallen.

— agod