Barbara Lefcowitz Poetry

BLUE SNOW

Despite the blue patina

and the prospect of discovering

what grows below its deepest layers

I don’t want to risk descent

into the 10 foot snow dune

outside my front door,

the wind shifting its curves

so the dune becomes frozen surf

that parts to reveal

a pregnant belly dancer

in pre-dawn darkness

tinged violet in the weak sun–

which may be just a memory of sun.

I try to clear a path, using a dustpan,

shaggy broom, a few empty cans.

But why bother when I can admire from within

the intricate surface-glints,

strings of ice forming chains

for the solid gems beneath.

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