A Mind of Winter
by Mary Jo Balistreri
While everyone was asleep, snow fell without a sound,
fell in big brush strokes, painting a fresh white
Only the magpie from his high stile surveys
the pristine scene, warm in feathered coat, quiet
in the spacious silence.
The sun throws gray-blue shadows from wattle fence
and frosted trees. Even the barn is subdued in a softer
version of itself.
Luminous, like a medieval manuscript, snow shines
with light from within. A traveler pauses, reins in his horse.
The harness bells ringing like glass across
the immense space accentuates the peace.
Sensing a place of prayer, the traveler cameos this moment
in the midst of his busy day even as the magpie flies
into the emptiness and grandeur of air.
Title: line from the The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens.
Ekphrastic poem after TheThe Magpie by Claude Monet