Snow Breathing                                                                                              Sun, 1st March, 2015

So this is the sound of new snow
That descended in the night.
Hush, world, hush.
Everything stops to listen to silence.

The Sunday morning snow stops time
And erases unraked leaves
And so much unfinished work.

I cannot break the spell with my shovel.

Even the impatient daffodils
For an hour let go of desire.

And it is in this moment I discover
I am breathing.