Poetry by Barbara Wiedemann
In the month of June in Moab
the temperature easily reaches ninety-five.
But in the nearby La Sal Mountains
it’s cooler, maybe seventies.
But still it’s a surprise to see inches
of freshly fallen snow on the tree-shaded trail.
The fluff floats down from the aspens
so buoyant, balancing in the air
like dust motes or snowflakes
before gently touching the ground
joining the white already there—
like snow only not snow
but tiny seeds transported by cottony fluff.
After a career in academia, Barbara Wiedemann, the author of Following the Snow Leopard (Kelsay Books, 2005) and four poetry chapbooks, spends summers living in her van in the mountains of the West, her only companion her energetic blue heeler. Her poems focus on the natural world.
