Days full of Eternity

There are days, cold and clear,
So full of eternity,
You can draw constellations
In the snow
And watch them melt
Into an horizon of blue light.

The road to Heaven

The road to Heaven is
The old country road
I walked every day as a little girl.
The dandelions, the weeds,
the dragonflies.
Morning light through
Kitchen windows.
A secret triumph and a song
Through silvered forest.
Two sets of rubber boots
Wading through feather-light
New snow.
And I follow obediently
The course of the autumn
Leaves
Without even asking
Who is calling me up there,
Perhaps it is just granny
Telling me that the pancakes
Are ready.