Poem: New Snow

New Snow

A new layer of snow, of quiet.
Of cold.

It is the stillness you love most.
The lack. The emptiness.

Not a mirror. A vastness
able to hold all of you

as you leak out, just enough
to stay sane.

About this poem

It snowed, just a little, last night. When I moved here to Vermont from Virginia, I was unsure how I would handle the winters here.

Turns out, I love them.



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