Thursday, December 17, 2009

Poetry: First Winter In Vermont

First Winter In Vermont

It is new to you,
this snow, this ice
that falls and stays,
that does not melt

before the next snowfall,
lying on the ground, white and cold
for stretches of time
you would have once thought unimaginable,

hiding the earth,
hiding the life below,
forcing us all to flee
to the warmth of our houses,
to each other

for a season that turns out
to be the warmest of all.


The picture was taken at the outskirts of Rupert, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.



Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Another new experience! I like how you've turned the idea of the snow into the warmest season.

Shadow said...

ooo, no amount of ice and snow can freeze a loving heart...