There was a time when I believed
That snow kept secrets.
There was a time when I believed
That chill air kept confidence.
There was a time when I believed
That yelling wishes into snowstorms brought good luck.
If silence is true, then snow and chill and storms
Are no longer useful
Still, wishes do not simply fall to the ground.
Wishes are for leaving fresh tracks.
Wow! You came through with another great one! If this is what you do in an hour… Man, I would love to read what else you have in your vault!
This is so powerful. I love how the old beliefs give way to the new, and the way imagery works in this poem.