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First Snow

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I want the world to stay like this,
fragile and new in the early morning:
first snow on the silhouette of every tree,
stars fading into the sun's first light.

Fragile and new in the early morning,
I wake to lift my son from his crib.
Stars fade into the sun's first light.
Sunrise is a blossom through winter fog.

I wake to lift my son from his crib.
His eyes watch me. I listen to his breath.
Sunrise is a blossom through winter fog.
Beauty is a silent teacher.

Maybe his breath is the sun.
I pull him close, turn his face to the window:
beauty is a silent teacher.
A doe lifts her head in the frozen field.

My son's face at the window,
first snow on the silhouette of every tree,
a doe lifts her head in the frozen field:
I want the world to stay like this.


Julie Stotz-Ghosh‘s work has appeared in various journals and anthologies, including Dunes Review, Nothing to Declare: A Guide to the Flash Sequence, Poetry Midwest, and Quarter After Eight. She teaches literature and writing at Kalamazoo Valley Community College and lives in Portage, Michigan, with her husband and two young boys.


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I loved this Julie. Not just the imagery, but the structure as well. Beautiful writing.
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