waiting for the snow

[Bueller]

Revision

we're waiting for the snow to fall quiet
like a poem's beginning

for our footsteps to land muted
like a vow of silence
to contemplate our own natures
and tune our ears to the sound
of quiet itself

we're waiting for white primer
to clear the smearing colors
of leaves discarded and rotting
to reset the landscape
and cleanse the canvas

we're waiting to trundle
through undulating drifts
across fallow fields
matching our tracks
to the mysterious deer
drawing ever inward
like a daydream

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Original

we're waiting for the snow to fall quiet
like a poem's beginning

bringing relief from the rain
and the blustery wind
from the slip of rotting leaves

from the strain of change

we're waiting to trundle
through undulating drifts
across fallow fields

inward as a daydream
as an icy lake