I see the snow has fallen
Woodcut (detail), Hiroshige, from “Sixty-Nine Stations of the Kisokaido,” 1835
Not feeling the prose today. Here’s a poem fresh from the oven instead.
I see the snow has fallen
I see the snow has fallen overnight,
pure and shining as the New Jerusalem
set down outside my kitchen window.
Cupping a white mug of black coffee,
I peer into woods white as angels’ wings.
Each limb, every twig bears a fragile froth of glory.
Now, before the sander rumbles through
and the school bus intrudes its bright yellow racket,
before the wind rises to knock all askew–all is well.
One quiet moment, as in between the breathing in
and the long exhalation, to savor what day could be
before it slushes down into what day will be.
—Dale Hobson, February 28, 2013
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A lovely picture of winter and it’s moods painted with words, Dale.
You do have ‘a way with words’ Dale.
Lucky the listeners and readers….
I like it Dale! Your dad would be proud of you!
Here in Idaho we don’t see as much snow as you do back east.
This describes just the scene I saw from my windows at 3AM this morning. Wish I could put thoughts and visions to words inhte wonderful way you do, Dale.
Thank you, Dale. What a beautiful poem. It describes exactly why I live here and wouldn’t think of going south in the winter !
This was what my snow-fluffed apple trees looked like – before day warmed up and the wind kicked in.
That’s a lovely woodblock image too.
Thanks!
I think you’ve caught the moment of solitude that is exquisite. It’s for these moments that I stay here. I feel a similar feeling with the first flock of geese I see at the beginning of March. Nicely done!
Fresh from the oven indeed! I’ll send your poem to my Florida kids. It will give them a far truer image of yesterday’s snow than any words I might put together. Thanks, Dale.
Lovely! Just lovely!
Beautiful, Dale. If you haven’t already published a collection of your poems in book form, you ought to think about it. Be sure to include this one. I love the imagery of “fragile froth of glory”–quite Wordsworthian!
Glad you went with your “feeling”. Your words capture the imagery of a new snow day, and how it feels as we contemplate its evolution.
I like this Dale! Your work is The art of words put together so perfectly. Cheers from Vincennes.