Reflections in the Snow

Sometimes I walk down
                 a path
  where all I can hear
  is the frozen crunch
      of dead leaves

I get lost in a dense fog
              of if only
      disoriented with
   my mind’s inadequacy
I sit by a trickling brook

My life swirls downstream
    against outcast stones
           icicles of pain
      seesaw with ripples
          of happiness

 I look to the sky
laced silken misty
spun webs of snow
      begin to spiral
  in every direction

      I surrender
to the downy ground
     tears melt
  the cold storm
   off my cheeks

Frosted with forgotten
  childhood memories
            I stretch
my once angelic arms
sculpting snow angels

         My imagination
          sings and flies
        on doves’ wings
  my youthful dreams return
     cleansed and refreshed


Michelle Oram

Michelle has published two children’s books; Songs of the Woods encouraging children to begin and end each day with a song and Zen and Now which introduces young readers to the basics of meditation and the surprising wisdom of possums. 
She recently published her poetic memoir Song of Me.