Quiet as Snowfall
I thought about eternity
but decided that was too early.
It’s often quiet in the forest,
so instead I learned about quiet.
… clouds that blossom, and swallows
that always nest under the eves,
and old bees and new honey,
and colours so bright that
they’re knee-deep with gratitude.
Eternity always seems too long,
and yet,it’s hardly begun.
Moonlight stood frozen overnight,
old as water, ripples threading
the ice, thick as darkness while
I stood and watched eternity
snowing in the forest.
©️ Misky 2019 The original poem is an Untitled double-quadrille at 19 Nov Written for MQ19: 15 words selected from Susan Howe, excerpt from “Cabbage Gardens” from Frame Structures: Early Poems, 1974-1979.
ripples moonlight eternity thread forest
stood watch learn quiet swallows
knee-deep old thick dark while
It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts