by Kevin T McEneaney
Anticipating a monster snowstorm,
I prefer to catnap before the storm.
A big snowstorm delivers hushed quiet
which makes me feel relaxed yet more alert.
Over the course of winter, hauling wood
into the house for the woodstove presents
a tiresome chore, but before a storm
that task appears a pacific pleasure!
Watching snowflakes dance in mild breeze
is as satisfactory as a flame
winking through the clear glass of a woodstove.
Dance of snow resurrects the child in me
to rediscover the calm certainty
that empowers the world of poetry….