Snow at Midnight
Half light, half dark,
the preening snow goose,
favorite of all
my late husband’s hunting trophies, presides
over my dark bedroom.
All week I’ve been watching the moon
in fullness it pours over the edge
of a skylight,
leaving one side of the white bird in sharp
shadow, the other side
ethereal in its glow.
As the earth turns, the moon will slowly
the whole bird n light, eventually leave a shadow
on the opposite side,
then, while I sleep, abandon it in total darkness.
Patricia L. Goodman is a widowed mother and grandmother and a graduate of Wells College with a degree in Biology and a membership in Phi Beta Kappa. Her career involved breeding, training and raising horses on their farm in Chadds Ford, PA with her orthodontist husband. She now lives in Wilmington, DE, where she enjoys gardening, hiking and spending time with her grandchildren. Her poems have appeared in Aries, The Broadkill Review, The Rehoboth Beach Writers Guild website, The Hockessin Art Festival and in the forthcoming The Widow’s Handbook.