Life With Horace

poetry & essays

Snow Terrarium

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I stand quite still, snared by
unaccustomed silence,
backlit in a pool of warmth
and kitchen candle light,
looking out at darkness
made intimate by thick
falling snow, soundproofing
all that lies beyond its edge.
Until a car appears, creeping
down the mountain arm,
headlights poking through
lace curtain flakes, wheels
soundless on the road
deeply masked by white.
A traveler almost surely blind,
determination understood
and much admired by me.
We share this moment
and our quiet space
until my door is shut again,
and he has passed us by.

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The world is well lost and soundless when it snows here. Like an infant’s view of life our boundaries shrink for a bit.

Author: Life With Horace

Poetry & Essays

2 thoughts on “Snow Terrarium

  1. Kate, lovely…made me smile. I remember the snows of my childhood in Missouri in the Ozark Mountains. There is no quiet like it.
    Syl

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