Soundless moments,
hours crystalized in time . . .
forgotten time,
dreamless drifts of time
dismantled, spread
on galaxy of trackless snow.
Prints of yesterday
buried like the river
in a glass tomb,
lost in unremembered time.
Tomorrow’s leaden boots
have ceased their tromping,
sunk their steely treads
in frozen time.
Wind pauses, catatonic,
pulse near death
in winter bog.
by Margaret Longenecker Been
Reprinted from A TIME UNDER HEAVEN
by Margaret Longenecker Been, Elk River Books
All Rights Reserved
Tags: Winter Poem
