Words for Snow
I know the same words that natives know
in the expansive arctic—it is said they speak
over 400 words for snow. When I say snow
I mean to say the spirit of winter, isolation
for isolated minds in the naked freeze—tundra,
permafrost quieting the moss and lichen—
or below the tree line, how alpines slope south
blanketed by a mantle of slush slow to melt.
I say snowfall so lonely that if I could help it
keep falling, perpetual descent in wind’s savage
December pulse, if I could help it I would
fall along with it and let winter speak for itself.
| Bret Shepard |
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