Alone
Alone, pausing to appreciate
the snow, I hear a train— its whistle blow—
in the near distance. The sound
through falling snow, through white
air (even in rain I have heard it so),
a carving through the atmosphere
like string music, or nostalgia. And I
so small here in the wood,
inside the sound inside the snow.
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Sally Nacker lives in a small house in the woods of Redding, CT with her husband and two cats. Recent publishing credits include Canary, The Orchard’s Poetry Journal, ONE ART, Third Wednesday, and The Sunlight Press. Kindness in Winter is her newest collection.
This poem brings me a sense of being somewhere, in inner space. Quiet feeling and beauty, sounds calling to sounds. Thank you.
Thank you, Audrey
another beautiful, evocative poem, Sally. Thank you. I have a favorite pine forest cathedral I like to go to, especially when it snows. This is exactly how I feel there.
I love this poem so much. I love reading it aloud.
I’ve read this poem many times now, and each time I do, it takes my breath away.