On this snowy day in Winston-Salem, the poem of the week is "The Gold that is Worn by God" from Medbh McGuckian's My Love Has Fared Inland.
The Gold that is Worn by God
The star or crown that an angel
once drew in the snow
is either not shown or trimmed away :
this lack of desire for snow
as what winter should be
I place around my wrist for safe keeping.
A skintight coat of mail.
And since it is said one does not age
in the time spent regarding the Host
will these false rains
of a pilgrim season
become voices again
in differing fields,
pressed against the back
of a god-coloured valley,
like a bed of white bronze
looking out through the rent
in a strawberry?
from Medbh McGuckian's My Love Has Fared Inland (2010)