The Snow Storm by Martin Willitts Jr.

The Snow Storm

A blizzard locks down my small street.
There’s nothing to do to change the conditions—
shoveling is a lost cause.
Still, I work outside as silence falls.

A thousand hidden noises speak louder in snow:
the slosh as I push the snow aside;
the birds hovering in the thin hedge branches;
the way a flake lands on a child’s tongue.

The quiet arrives from a great distance,
from grey clouds. I do not pay attention
to what I am doing in the cold silence.
The quiet tells me, listen closer, listen deeply.

by Martin Willitts Jr.

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Editor’s Note: This poem circles around a central plea—listen to the silence.


One response to “The Snow Storm by Martin Willitts Jr.”

  1. Dave Williams Avatar

    Nice. Lot of goods in all the stanzas, like “blizzard locks,” “the slosh,” and “The quiet arrives . . . ,” running into a solid ending.

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