Snowdrift

“I pray this winter be gentle and kind—a season of rest from the wheel of the mind.”

— John Geddes

I ran the whole month of January,

one day like the next, with task

after task, paperwork like snow

drifts on my desk, and I thought

spring must next….It feels 

as if we lived three winters in one 

month, temperatures up and down 

and up again; and Christmas…. 

Did we have Christmas?  

It seems a blur, like we skipped 

from mid-October to January 1st.  

Now another weather event 

will descend, and I wonder

if that blanket of cold will allow

for a coziness I’ve not known

for a long, long while, a rest 

from the constant turning 

of my mind, a day or two 

“of easy wind and downy flake”

and no “promises to keep” 

or “miles to go before I sleep.”

—C.L. Fisher, February 2022

*Italicized portions from Robert Frost’s Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening.

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