Before Annunciation

Just before snow covers,

it reveals. In the gloom and gray

appear the bright veins of stone

and rippled bark, the sharp character

of shingles, beams, street signs, forgotten

toys and paper bags. It’s as if the interior

of everything has grown outward,

adorning itself in fine lace.

 

I like to think that, before the great angel

pronounced and the Holy Spirit overwhelmed,

the girl Mary had a moment—or perhaps years—

of revelatory and incidental wonders,

and even that morning, taking her breakfast,

she said something startling, and her dreams glistened

upon the outlines of face, shoulders, hips and feet;

and something gusted through the room,

hinting of chill and snowflakes.

V.H.Wright Copyright 2008

Comments

[Suzanne]

So beautiful, Vinita.