Poetry and Snow

Snowy Thoughts

My window frames a soft painting
In shades of white and grey and brown
Tree bows weighed down
By the cold, fluffy presence of water

Water that will melt and flow
When Spring finally sneaks in
Weeks from now, to claim
Her place on the wheel of time

But she slumbers now, beneath
The blanket of quiet that comes
In Winter’s white rest
The lake sleepy beneath its ice

Clouds cloak the sky, a lazy
Ceiling of floating vapor
Crystalized and released
To decorate the waiting world

Beneath the earth-warmed ground
Roots and seeds and creatures await
Biding their time like thoughts
Seeking the perfect season to grow

I seem to be communicating best in poetry these days. I even did a few submissions to magazines that publish poetry this week, which is a good thing for my writerly ambitions.

Even if none of the submissions are accepted, the act of getting my work out there is an important one. If I don’t, there is zero chance of being published to a wider audience with the credits that come with professional publications. Also, I expect rejections from magazines won’t sting as much as rejections from literary agents, considering poems take mere hours to write (even if those hours are spread out over years, in the case of some revisions), whereas manuscripts take months or years.

I’ve been rewriting two of my manuscripts in the last few months, as well as reading a critique partner’s story, so good thing happening on that front, too.

As usual, I’m very aware of the slow cycles of nature—the nuances within the seasons, the course of the moon, and the ways I am interconnected to this beautiful planet.

When you get quiet and listen, nature has so much to teach us.

Thank you for reading!

Note: This was originally published on the Steem blockchain, which offers a social-media/blogging hybrid where I’ve been sharing poetry, music, and whatever thoughts I think are worth sharing. You can see my latest here: https://steemit.com/@katrina-ariel.