Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Bright Sun After Heavy Snow

by Jane Kenyon


A ledge of ice slides from the eaves,
piercing the crusted drift. Astonishing
how even a little violence
eases the mind.

In this extreme state of light
everything seems flawed: the streaked
pane, the forced bulbs on the sill
that refuse to bloom...A wad of dust
rolls like a desert weed
over the drafty floor.

Again I recall a neighbor's
small affront — it rises in my mind
like the huge banks of snow along the road:
the plow, passing up and down all day,
pushes them higher and higher...

The shadow of smoke rising from the chimney
moves abruptly over the yard.
The clothesline rises in the wind. One
wooden pin is left, solitary as a finger;
it, too, rises and falls.

please note: photo by Jon Morris

2 comments:

  1. Lovely writing and beautiful photograph.

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  2. What Annie said. The sun has been so blinding lately, but it lies about the warmth. The high today was 14F. Ugh. Soon, soon I'll see tulips and daffodils.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)