today the wind died
and with it all smallness
there is a river
in the body—as it flows
it pushes against the banks
—from Snow Falling on Snow

cold spring morning
stream’s pulse through earth and trees
strong black coffee in hand
in my heart, an unfurling:
the iris’s dark beard
—from Snow Falling on Snow

one orange poppy
blooms among rose-bush and thorn
inside its center
black brushstrokes like birthmarks
how it dares to be beautiful
—from Snow Falling on Snow

©2013 Renée Gregorio
Banner painting by John Brandi