Read Poem: SUBTLE MOMENT, by Phil Capitano

A solar sliver flashes off the hanging chimes,

snow pockets fall from a maple squirrel highway,

imprints the ground, abominable foot.

Morning snares my nostrils,

detergent draped vapours,

and I wish for a warmer clime.

Playful chickadees squeak and scurry

while waves of flakes float by,

and in the glory of that subtle moment,

as smooth as a Van Morrison song,

free and easy like the saxophone wind,

the dark noises stopped.