I counted all the snowflakes as they filtered through the sky. They landed on the bare limbs, the bushes, the eyelids of busy rabbits, squirrels gathering supplies. I walked through banks of snow that seemed to grow at least a foot an hour. Our fields in countryside became blankets thick and cold and no longer grew green and yellow grains, but gathered only snow. I know that birds took cover in woods not far away; they say all animals are wiser than we know. We see them not, though they are there where snowflakes by the trillions fall through frigid air.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.