My Mother's Snow

My mother’s snow took me to task for last winter
and she delighted in the wisdom of her persistence.

It was during the year of a great storm
when the wind coughed up blood

and waters savaged the island shore. She stood
watching. And I was born unto the sun.

We stood together and became part of the land
it welcomed us into the branches of its warmth

we journeyed to the moon and stars. Mother and
child traveled to where all destinations arrive.

© Richard L. Provencher