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.
Hourglass Sitting at breakfast, looking out the window, I am in an hourglass of snow, which deepens a nanometer at a time burying the world quietly as the greying of my hair.