All
All there is
Is crunching snow
And green grass knifepointing through white
And cold
Cold seeping through coat
Crunching snow
Up a grassy hill
Hands in pockets
Mind still--
Not frozen, numb,
Just quiet:
Senses thrown open,
And lungs breathing winter day.
Once winter meant
Splitting in two:
My feet on the ordinary streets
My mind in an imagined Arctic.
Today all I want
Is this hill
And this snow
And these cold breaths.
Again, very senory, very effective. But the repetition of the tital 'All' dlutes the next line, in my opinion. Note that I am picking on the FIRST line and not the last. It's a shame more people are aren''t going to be able to enjoy this poem-
Posted by: kitgefallen at January 16, 2003 08:50 AMBloody cool
Posted by: me at January 7, 2005 07:58 AMAll
All there is
Is crunching snow
And green grass knifepointing through white
And cold
Cold seeping through coat
Crunching snow
Up a grassy hill
Hands in pockets
Mind still--
Not frozen, numb,
Just quiet:
Senses thrown open,
And lungs breathing winter day.
Once winter meant
Splitting in two:
My feet on the ordinary streets
My mind in an imagined Arctic.
Today all I want
Is this hill
And this snow