First Night Of Snow

by Tom Harding

Thursday 6th September 2012 10:20 pm

 

The world has gone to bed

Under clean sheets

 

Snow a foot deep

Is covering the rotten leaves of the yard,

 

The wheelbarrow and cedar logs

Are sleeping too.

 

That night nothing happens-

Dreams fill with static,

Faces go hidden,

No words are said.

 

A silence of falling

Cuts out all echoes.

 

Even the cat,

First across the new world,

Can hear itself breathing.