This poem memorized itself into my body the first time I read it many years ago. Each time one of the lines drifts through my mind, like dark ice air through which we fall, all the sensations of snow settle over me. The particular, muffled quiet that only falling snow brings. The feeling of stillness and waiting. Numbness … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kevin Hart
Snow fell yesterday in the city in which you live, and like all new snow after weeks of no-snow, it transformed the ugly into the beautiful. Goodbye, brownish clots of street-worn slush. Hello, soft white velvet. At night, when the snow that has fallen all day ceases to fall and the streetlights come on and … Continue reading There is a sparkling choir
Snow – Kevin Hart Some days The snow has taken me in To know the time of snow, to live Inside a world so quiet Its music Is all a shimmering. Some evenings When quite alone I turn off every light And watch the snow Enjoy the dark, moving lushly Through spiky air, Finding more … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kevin Hart
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