Blizzard

It takes courage to see beauty

In a world spread deep and silent

with interminable whiteness;

and to keep on being awed

by such uncommon splendor

while trying to suppress

a fundamental fear

of being buried by it.

But know it as it is:

Beauty is everlasting.

And winter’s burial is not.

Underneath cold winter bone,

the flesh of summer sleeps.

This article appears in February 21, 2014.