Poetry – Zen Snow


Taking place in New Mexico, the seasons play with the senses while ignoring the months, to bring a bit of peace and silence.

Photo by Patricia Y, Twisted Root Studios


Zen Snow, by Wendy-Brown Baez

I was expecting spring
but you came to me
with snowflakes in your hair
tinseling the black and gray.

A chorus of birds
was leaping from one
icy branch to another
notifying me it was time
for sitting still.

Seeing my own reflection
in my folded hands
I felt my breath rising
and falling.

When we walked
out to the snowy path
the cold wind stirred
the silence of my heart
into fire.