After Snow

Brush with your eyes the sunlit snow.
See, where they chance to rest, a firmament
appears: a sparkling solar dust.
Shift your glance – this galaxy moves
with you, or another is born
out of the quantum distance of the crystal’s heart.
Pause a moment in the cold, enjoy
this little drama of creation –
of sun, snow, retina and optic nerve
as though these pinprick glitterings were worlds
and snow the stuff of deep space.
Anthony Watts has been writing ‘seriously’ for about 40 years.  He has won prizes in poetry competitions and has had poems published in magazines and anthologies.  His latest collection is The Shell-Gatherer (Oversteps).  His main interests are poetry, music, walking and binge thinking – activities which he finds can be happily combined.