Seattle Snow Days

Three, four years since a real snow

for Seattle.

Now fourth day,

10 inches,

more on the way intones Mass.  He knows.

The thing is the silence;

the white noise of the highway stilled. 

Nothing moving,

no deer tracks mar the yard;

just the birds’ frenzy over suet and seed.

My restless mind resents being stilled,

so used to doing,

to gnawing on what next.

Fearful of empty? Maybe.

Slow to settle into the silence.

A walk in the woods with Ann;

wandering, wondering, seeing anew

in black and green

and white,

the deep, white silence of snow in Seattle.