05 march 02008 snapshot poem

the moon is a sliver of silver
be still, you tell me
i sit

snow comes
thick, soft, glittery
i cannot catch it

it catches me
it grows around me
a pale and quiet burial

this is the only moment
snow comes
i am a stillness in the snow

i am
this darkness in the white world
i am sitting still

sparrows in the snow
sun comes, snow goes
i sit