Snow Meadow and Wagon

Tree and field, the wild snow calmed by stillness and just waiting. Crystals. Shining. Millions. The outskirts on one side have birch, hundreds of them. The other?- sumac that remains red always save for a few that just become like some skeletal flowers and how strange they seem. The birds of the sky, sometimes, such as they are and be and go. In the summers a swath cuts through making a pathway around and through the pastoral settings. 

But in winter then, everything looks and is pretty level. The wagon with its sturdy wheels and faded red paint upon wooden slats, is just stationed there like something from a painting. Old branches of trees in the back. It waits. Maybe forever, but certainly for now. All this under the skies tall and ancient, capricious clouds, the vagaries of landscape life,- sun moon wind silence rains hail or nothing at all…just the calm quietude of stillness for a while. 

Brian Michael Barbeito is a Canadian poet, writer, and photographer.