2011/02/27

snow

Filed under: weather — WmX @ 17:11

The dead might wake into a world like this,
And know its white lost ecstasy their own.
I am a stranger wearing flesh and bone,
Peering beyond my dusty chrysalis.
No scent or sound invades the integrity
Of peace beneath the ermined thatch of pine.
Nor whir of wing, nor quick heart-beat of mine
Shall spill the cradled silence from a tree.
No God of Sinai shatters the timeless pause
With “Thou shalt not.” But from each holy bush
Love speaks, articulate in this white hush.
Here life and death may meet, obeying new laws,
And mingling as easily as flake with flake.
Into a world like this the dead might wake.–Emma Gray Trigg

2 Comments »

  1. Very moving. Thank you.

    Comment by jay — 2011/02/28 @ 17:15

  2. Totally amazing. I can’t believe that’s your granny’s writing. It sings with the photo and my memory of the very white stuff.

    Comment by bill — 2011/03/01 @ 01:10

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