Though some forecasts were predicting snow for the Northeastern US, no one was predicting quite this much snow. I left the office around 5:15 and there was a light slush on the ground. I got out of the subway around 6:30 to about 2 inches. It’s still snowing now a few hours later and it’s still accumulating. So much snow! Anyway, it’s late in the day, but I thought I’d throw up a quick Poetry Wednesday to celebrate (?) this early snow storm. (I’m trying to channel my inner Lorelei Gilmore here, but I really dislike the snow.)
This is an excerpt from the poem “Falling Leaves and Early Snow” by Kenneth Rexroth. You can read the full poem at the Poetry Foundation.
In the afternoon thin blades of cloudMove over the mountains;The storm clouds follow them;Fine rain falls without wind.The forest is filled with wet resonant silence.When the rain pauses the cloudsCling to the cliffs and the waterfalls.In the evening the wind changes;Snow falls in the sunset.We stand in the snowy twilightAnd watch the moon rise in a breach of cloud.Between the black pines lie narrow bands of moonlight,Glimmering with floating snow.An owl cries in the sifting darkness.The moon has a sheen like a glacier.