Coffin in the Shape of a Snowdrift
by Lynn Schmeidler

As usual, I hardly felt the cold, or I felt it
as I felt my own tongue in my mouth—

gratefully. Freezing quiets the mind. I had never
been so calm. I lay on my back, head

cradled in brown leaves, ears filling with snow,
like the sateen deer who nest at night

in their oval earth beds, and I was in love
with everything I saw—bud scale and birch

bark, fan-shaped twigs, the long blue shadows
stretching over snow, and—then the letting go

some of the Berkshires looked like vertebrae
and it was comforting to sleep on them.

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 17, Issue 4.

Lynn-Schmeidler-2Lynn Schmeidler’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in numerous literary magazines, as well as various anthologies. Her chapbook, Curiouser & Curiouser won the 2013 Grayson Books Chapbook Contest. She is currently finishing a full-length poetry collection.

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