the white world outside my window
a meditation --
like when you close your eyes
during stress-laden days at work
and take a deep slow breath --
only stretched out, compliment
to a brew of bold coffee, celtic song;
some people have been stranded
in snowbound cars for hours,
others are out working
to get life moving again,
eventually I will be in the drifts
excavating my auto from its
stunning wind-carved coat,
for now, I push pause
and linger between breaths,
the wild wind visible as snow specters,
breaths for me; I spy
creatures from middle Earth
deliniated on powdered trunks of trees
while the day slowly brightens; and then,
a yellow parka and fat messenger bag
walk the tire tracks toward the train,
a snowblower revs up and sputters out --
unwilling to spoil this morning's piece of peace,
though its wisdom is soon defeated,
but I will pour another cup,
watch and let the wind breath for me
a wide while longer.
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