Noonday

By Christine Layton

All the fields away

Are flat with brightness,

Lightness

Of sun on white,

Snow.

Eyelashes interlocking,

Squinting at white,

Bright beyond looking at

Under noon-sun

Snow.

Awed breath, clouds white

Oh! At the glow

Of pure-fallen, earth bright,

Not angel white

Snow.

Photo by Lane V. Erickson; do not copy