(Cannabis and Creative Cognition Series)
The profound stillness
infuses the senses
with deep tranquillity.
The crescent moon, cruising,
above the scudding snow-clouds,
smiles like the Cheshire cat,
and illuminates
this surreal winter rabbit-hole.
The jackpines are heavy
with their marshmallow burden,
and available light
transforms individual flakes
into the chandeliers
of a magical faerie ballroom,
full of movement
and dancing diamonds.
The silence has volume;
a rotund quietude
that is felt, not heard.
The crackling of ice in the cove
is a gentle and soothing counterpoint
in this minimalist symphony
of quiet and soft white fullness,
of snowfall and peace.
