poetry friday

When All the World is Full of Snow
by N.M. Bodecker

drifts_storm41709_3pm from gallery dot gmayfield dot comI never know
just where to go,
when all the world
is full of snow.

I do not want
to make a track,
not even
to the shed and back.

heavy snowfall from wundergroundI only want
to watch and wait,
while snow moths settle
on the gate,

and swarming frost flakes
fill the trees
with billions
of albino bees.

I only want
myself to be
woods in snow ozarkgrace dot blogspot dot comas silent as
a winter tree,

to hear the swirling
stillness grow,
when all the world
is full of snow.