Snow Reverie

the beam of snow lays
on hill’s savage back,
weighs time by white scales,
its hands on moments making
books of ice flakes

inside whose softly falling pages
my memory distances,
colder
with each nook and sill taken
by the snow

the museum of gentle footfall
whose flakes sing my lost story well
as i walk its words-swill
toward the frozen trees

 

© J. Celan Smith