new-fallen snow
On this wintry day … finding the right words to describe new-fallen snow …
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newfall: words escape me
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the white ephemeral
perhaps frost
the fir boughs divided
the sculptured steel
of a flake of snow
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try again
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paper stencil
on chocolate cake
powdered sugar
sifted on the rills
of the new plowed field
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again
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sweet in my mouth
the bitter melted in morning sun
white hot on my cheek
the writing lamp
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a lamp to the left
casts no shadow
(the shadow of a pen
or a hand)
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(unless you are wrong-handed)
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chimney shadow
on a fresh-snowed roof
or trees on the eastern edge of the road
where the sun cannot warm
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the morning
dusting of ice
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try again
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Published as ‘newfall – words escape me’, the Fiddlehead 196, Summer 1998
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Copyright 2014 Jane Tims
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Thought provoking Jane!
How about” A cool white skin fell on the Northern face of Mother Earth”
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Jim Brown
February 5, 2014 at 11:09 am
Hi. Good metaphor. Her face is about to get another dusting I see! Jane
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jane tims
February 5, 2014 at 4:21 pm
Wow. Lovely words and pictures. Really lovely.
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Top Of The Slush Pile
February 5, 2014 at 8:02 am
Hi Gemma. Thanks! Got back to working on the book this week. I’m in ‘deep edit’ of Chapter 21. Six chapters to go in Draft seven. How is your book doing? Jane
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jane tims
February 5, 2014 at 9:53 am
I’m working hard on mine too. Last round of edits!!
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Top Of The Slush Pile
February 5, 2014 at 4:02 pm
Thank you for sharing your photos and poem…both so hard to describe in words…so “make me happy inside my chest” to see and read them
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Carol Steel
February 5, 2014 at 7:29 am
Hi Carol. It is so hard to capture the beauty of our world … poetry is a step in the right direction. Jane
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jane tims
February 5, 2014 at 9:52 am