I Fall Asleep Thinking Snow – Ann Howells
awaken to black-capped birds
inside December silence
snow dances in a dervish whirl,
smooth rounded drifts
single line of bootprints
mars the ice-crusted walk
& silence rings around me like a bell
I peer from windows
filigreed with frosty plumes
listen for quiet laughter
where snow angels sprawl a lawn
long unspoken words float
ghosts on winter air
& silence rings around me like a bell
I stroll alone through falling snow
compose a poem in my head
a thousand snowflakes, each unique
glitter shoulders as I stride
the world is hushed & clean & sharp
day rife with possibility
& silence rings around me like a bell.
Ann Howells has edited Illya’s Honey for eighteen years, recently taking it digital: www.IllyasHoney.com. Her publications are: Black Crow in Flight (Main Street Rag Publishing), Under a Lone Star (Village Books Press), Letters for My Daughter(Flutter Press), an anthology of D/FW poets she edited, Cattlemen & Cadillacs (Dallas Poets Community Press), and Softly Beating Wings which won the William D. Barney Memorial Chapbook Contest 2017 (Blackbead Press). Ann’s work appears widely in small press and university journals; she has four Pushcart nominations.