Mel Waldman  

 

Snow

The snow swirls for miles and miles,
& beyond,

sails over unborn towns, cities, countries,
& continents,
over the early Earth;

covers all,
flows for days,
perhaps years in pristine creation,

& the eerie earth is adorned with a pure
vastness, the sacred color of snow;

unborn beings taste the nameless snow that
melts,

drink the sweet flow of water,
& swim in the boundless oceans;

after the time of the glorious snow,
life and the world of miracles arrive,

& humans taste the silence of the snow,
the stillness,
the vastness and the love,

& the snow covers all,
& it is beautiful

 

 

 

The House of Silence

 

Gather interludes,
invisible spaces
between
the battered clocks of trauma,

&
retreat to the House of Silence,
a secret place of tranquility,
my inner voice reveals,

&
return to Old Brooklyn,
&
the deep snow,
where my ancient child plays,
looking upward toward the Heavens,
tasting the wet whirling snowflakes
while dancing in the vastness of joy

 

 

Mel Waldman, PhD is a psychologist, poet, and writer. He is a past winner of the literary Gradiva Award in Psychoanalysis and was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in literature. He is the author of 11 books. He can be reached at mwaldman18@optimum.net or mwaldman18@earhtlink.net