“Iced-over branches graph” is beyond visual. It reminds me of the window in Wendell Berry’s study, in which he writes about in a similar way: as a graph. I love when poems, knowingly or unknowingly, speak each to each.
Maybe because of how inconvenient snow becomes for us, especially later in life, I always feel compelled to write about it. Each snow poem offers something different, whether it's from myself or someone else.
"Potholes mirror
the low sky’s
dead eye—"
Very powerful. You have powerful imagery throughout the poem that kept me engaged but that one is by far my favorite.
"gray glare
without variation
in a variable wind."
Absolutely breathtaking
If I quoted all of the lines that I loved, I would just rewrite the whole thing. Fantastic.
“Iced-over branches graph” is beyond visual. It reminds me of the window in Wendell Berry’s study, in which he writes about in a similar way: as a graph. I love when poems, knowingly or unknowingly, speak each to each.
Maybe because of how inconvenient snow becomes for us, especially later in life, I always feel compelled to write about it. Each snow poem offers something different, whether it's from myself or someone else.
"Potholes mirror
the low sky’s
dead eye—"
Very powerful. You have powerful imagery throughout the poem that kept me engaged but that one is by far my favorite.