Snowbells

Snowbells in Cleveland Park

I nearly missed you

In my rush through the cold,
But the surprise of you caught
My eye: What was a flower
Doing out in the snow?
I saw you and I stopped.
But I couldn’t hear you.
My human ears failed
To hear your music.
What sound do you make
With your supple flesh?
Surely, not the tinkling
Of silver or crystal.
My human brain cannot
Imagine. Who can
Hear you? Mice? Fairies?
Flowers sleeping underground?
Do they waken to your song?

© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass,
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