After Storm - Poem by Lola Ridge
Was there a wind? Tap… tap… Night pads upon the snow with moccasined feet… and it is still… so still… an eagle's feather might fall like a stone. Could there have been a storm… mad-tossing golden mane on the neck of the wind… tearing up the sky… loose-flapping like a tent about the ice-capped stars?
Cool, sheer and motionless
the frosted pines
are jeweled with a million flaming points
that fling their beauty up in long white sheaves
till they catch hands with stars.
Could there have been a wind
that haled them by the hair….
flowers of the lightning
in their leaves?
Soft as bare feet upon the snow…
faint… lulling as heard rain
upon heaped leaves….
builds her wall
about a dream impaled.
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