snow song

snowy landscape

One last snow post for the moment, as rain is forecast now and they say it may all clear soon. An earlier version of this poem was posted a couple of years ago; I haven’t made huge changes, though I’ve added line breaks and tweaked it a little.

Snow Song

It’s snowing, says someone who has peeked into the dark night,

and I wonder if the night is less dark 
because of the snow,
and if snow 
on a dark night tastes different 
from snow
on a moonlit night 
or snow in sunshine; I wonder 
sunshine adds flavour 
to snow flakes, and if each flake 

has its own six-edged flavour, 
and how a raindrop feels 

when it is caught outside 
on a dark night, and how it feels 

when it finds itself solidifying 
into white crystals like feathers;

I wonder whether each feather 
sings a different note, whether

the drifted snow at dawn will sing 
like a flock of birds awakening,

and whether I 
will hear it.


(The italicised line is a quote from Charles Simic)

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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