Poetry and Short Stories

What the Snow Holds

What the Snow Holds
by DeepSeek and crystalwizard
copyright 2025

Winter grain spills—
A gold-scatter of memory
Against the grey-bellied sky.
Chaff, flies with the wind,
Light as forgotten words,
Carried where the crows wait,
Where the hungry things
Watch from the wood.

Then—
The snow.
Soft and slow,
It hushes the stubble-fields,
Tucks the furrows deep
Under a quilt of white,
Silent and seamless.

Here, even the wind sleeps.
The farmhouse holds its breath,
The fence posts wear white caps,
And the old plow dreams
Of turning dark earth again.

But beneath—
A secret keeping:
Seeds, small and stubborn,
Hold a green prayer
Tight in their hearts.
They do not forget the sun.

They are waiting.
Like me,
Here at the window,
Watching the world lie still,
Knowing that under the silence—
Under the long, cold sleep—
Something is listening
For the first whisper of spring.