My favorite poem about snow, our place in the natural world and transformation. For anyone struggling to make sense of loss in this season of abundance, it might help to remember “we are covered with stars.”
Telephone poles relax their spines;
sidewalks go under. The nightly groans
of aging porches are put to sleep,
Mercy sponges the lips of stairs.
While we talk in the old concepts –
time that was, and things that are –
snow has leveled the stumps of the past
and the earth has a new language.
It is like the scene in which the girl
moves toward the hero
who has not yet said, “Come here.”
Come here, then. Every ditch
has been exalted. We are covered with stars.
Feel how light they are, our lives.
Alive Together: New and Selected Poems, copyright by Lisel Mueller 1996 Louisiana State University Press.