PHOTO BY MARY ELLEN CARMODY
POEM BY KATHLEEN VAN SCHAICK

WINDOW

In silent places snow drifts flow,
smooth, graceful
bridal veils cascading
over weathered gray fence rails
into sleeping fields beyond.

Through the glass
late March sun slowly turns
my head, lifts my chin,
kisses my quiet lips,
melting ice crystals
that have held captive
my smile since spring's
promise was postponed.

A young tree taps
the window, snow dust
falls from its limbs.

Together we wait