Poet’s Corner: Snowfall

We watch the still gray horizon disappear as snow covers all it touches
like shape shifters taking unexpected forms 
Trees bow down to the wind
Lacy branches glistening in fullness
The bay’s water frozen in place
Seagulls glide on the icy surface and gather in pools and pockets in between
Broken ice in amoeba-like shapes line the windowsill casting blue and purple shadows 
on the untrodden surface
Few scattered leaves skip past in playful contrast to the mountainous snow.

Poem and Painting, “Seagulls Gliding on Ice” by Marsha Solomon