An Exaltation of Stillness
Before this afternoon’s interrupted thaw,
crystal daggers released their snowflake essence;
the flow now waits, poised and opaque.
In a muted and brilliant landscape,
feather ice on crusted snow
tells of fast-moving rabbits.
Fog settles among iced branch tips,
to linger at dawn in delicate hoarfrost.
Like a change of constellations,
the song of a summer coyote
becomes the cold sound of an owl, and
though I stand here in the bristling chill
to receive an exaltation of stillness,
I gladly inhale that echoing call.