Sunny Morning After the Big Blizzard

Snowy pathway surrounded by bare tree


The weight of it
settled and still,

the world quiet
except for birds
around their feeder,

and the furnace
like the engine
of a submarine.

There is nowhere to go
until the plows come;

here, suddenly,
our prayers answered,

cozy refugees
marooned together,

snow waist high
against the kitchen door.


Poem by Steve Brammell


Steve Brammell’s poems, short fiction and non-fiction have appeared in Alabama Magazine, Birmingham Magazine, RavensPerch, Northwest Indiana Literary Journal, White Wall Review, The Tiny Seed Literary Journal, The Write Launch, Flying Island Journal, Cathexis Northwest Press, Toho Journal and The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Finishing Line Press has just published his book of short stories, Red Mountain Cut.