VERMONT SNOWFALL by Sheri Lindner

I do not believe I have ever experienced a holier cathedral than the woods while it is snowing…

I find snow to be both romantic and religious, gorgeous and glorious. I feel like a child on a snow day from school and a traveler on a sacred pilgrimage all at once. When it is snowing, I can’t remain indoors; I am drawn to be in it.

Vermont Snowfall

From a leaden desolate sky drift

these weightless stars spun of

air and water

that disappear on touch

so light

I might have dreamt them up

these gossamer prisms

holy geometries.

Though I cannot hold them

they press one against the other

lovers each to all until

they tuck right into the sides of earth,

like a starched clean sheet

on a birthing bed.

(Here is the actual inspiration behind the poem) Photograph by the author: Sheri Lindner

Sheri Lindner, Ph.D., a former teacher of English, and currently a clinical psychologist, is also a poet and essayist interested in the processes of development and maturation as they are reflected in Biblical stories and children’s literature. Her writings have appeared in Jewish Currents, The Reconstructionist, Reconstructionism Today, Kerem, Jewish Women's Literary Annual, Poetica, Performance Poets Association Literary Review, Matzoh Ball Soup, Soul-Lit, The Ritual Well, and The New York Times.

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