Snow Poem

I love snow! Odd really, since I hate being cold. We had quite a bit this morning. In order to commemorate the weather, my post includes, "Anchoring," a piece I wrote for the first snow I'd seen in 2007. It is a poem I wrote when I was teaching a workshop in Calgary, Canada with Solomon Douglas in November, and also one of the few poems I wrote last year.

Anchoring
-Abigail Browning

A translucent screen of flurries
Fabric their soft shield between here and there;
Between what is, and what has happened before.

Winter exhales the smell of cold rocks
and empty space-
each pause filled with white noise.

My winter is early this year.
"You are you," she says.

Pursuing a private decision,
Thick white captains pilot their course from space to ground
Or branch, or fence, or patio chair.

I, like them, may choose anywhere;
Anchoring down my invisible string to earth.