a poet’s notebook
Winter is hazardous. The world around my house is a sheet of ice, scattered with thin, dry snow. Windows bloom with frost, birch branches bare on the other side. I stay indoors, still stiff and sore from a fall two days ago. The dogs beg for a walk; they will not have one. Yesterday, the river complained, groaning beneath its ice-spotted skin. Ducks huddled together on stones above the surface.
even the moon
a shard
of ice
Beautiful. Thank you for this.
Your words are so beautiful, you’ve brought a piece of real winter to my rainy world. Thank you.
We often hear our rivers groaning up here, too. They creak and crack and moan under the weight of the surface ice. Breakup sounds like a jumbo jet landing close by, then crashing into another at the end of the runway. I love the sounds of winter. A sterile peace, with punctuation.
Beautiful poem. Nearly a haiku, with its seasonal sense and reflection on nature. I love to look for a sense of awareness in poetry, or mono no aware in Japanese: that transient, poignant beauty that makes me clutch my heart.
BTW, the Linda Hogan poem is the first I’ve ever looked at closely. I think it’s fantastic. “Nothing” not just as something, but as everything.
Amy
http://livingpoetry.blogspot.com
Amy, Linda Hogan is very popular in Japan — so not an unexpected choice for you. Read on!
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