Noonday


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] Photo by Lane V. Erickson; do not copy