Ice whirling in our face. Snow angling side-
wise. We pull our stocking caps deep
over reddened ears. Tilting forward.
Pressing on. Everyone agrees:
this wind chill is a killer. Never-
theless, the trees, bare of all but squirrels, remain
still.
Wait until Spring, they murmur.
Then we will dance the dance of leaves. Re-
sistance will be so lovely.
—
Marian Kaplun Shapiro, five-times Senior Poet Laureate of Massachusetts, is the author of a professional book, many journal articles, approximately 400 published poems, and three books of poetry. She practices as a psychologist in Lexington, Massachusetts.
The Zingara Project 