Meditation on snow

by Kevin T McEneaney

During decent winter snow-flaking fall,

there is a consoling, naïve silence

that expands the length of every second

as snowflakes fall with improvisation

while fickle winds micromanage the fall

with unpredictable zithering zags

which resemble notes from a high-pitched flute.

August ambiance for contemplation

hangs in the air as an invitation

to examine odd moments of your life

which can appear as flickering moments

stored in one’s memory to be exhumed

and examined with contented pleasure

much like the grace of snowflakes dithering….

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden, Longing, and other books