Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Going North (again) to a Nor'Easter

Here's a Christmastime poem that seems rather apt for flying back into the East Coast mess that is this Spring's snowstorm

On winter morn
In silent hush
I dreamt I flew
And felt the rush

The world outside
Just breaking slumber
As I, in dream
Embodied thunder

Sweet linen snow
Its glitter bright
Lit up the world
Banishing night

I, above
Observed all life
Its joyful gifts
Its endless strife

Chelsea Moore, Portland OR, Winter 2016