Just Shelley

To the Reader: Twilight

Whenever I look

out at the snowy

mountains at this hour

and speak directly

into the ear of the sky,

it's you I'm thinking of.

You're like the spirits

the children invent

to inhabit the stuffed horse

and the doll.

I don't know who hears me.

I don't know who speaks

when the horse speaks.

Chase Twichell, from The Snow Watcher.