What is in the air?

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….