Winter is officially here and, where I live, we have snow. In my house, it’s not uncommon to hear people break out in their own rendition of “Snow” from White Christmas. Anti-snow factions hate us 😆

A number of my poems are meditations on falling snow, something I never tire of watching. Last winter, we ended up with two feet or more! One slow morning I sat sipping coffee as the snow built up and “Hourglass” was born. If you don’t like snow, I just use it as an image; I hope you won’t just toss this poem with your proverbial shovel 😉

If readers have thoughts about what the image of snow suggests, please comment below! “Hourglass” is available in my second book, Event Horizon.


Sitting at breakfast,
looking out the window,
I am in an hourglass of snow,
which deepens
a nanometer at a time

burying the world

as the greying of my hair.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at thevoiceofone.org and awanderingminstrel.com. In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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