Leviathan

by Ann Boaden

“...which He made to frolic in the sea”

(Psalm 104:26)

Snow
lashes the sky to white fury:
twists, roils, spouts to the vanished stars.
Then
in sudden hush
sings.

Morning quiet
shows chubby white dough-boys
stilled in leap and dance on
black-bone trees.
One branch leans to offer
a fat white glove,
and a twig’s fork
holds an alabaster heart.

Before we shovel,
pause
oh pause to praise
the fierce and joyful beauty
of a God who loves
play.