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newfall of snow

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newfall: words escape me


the white ephemeral

perhaps frost

the fir boughs divided

the sculptured steel

of a flake of snow


try again


paper stencil

on chocolate cake

powdered sugar

sifted on the rills

of the new plowed field




sweet in my mouth

the bitter melted in morning sun

white hot on my cheek

the writing lamp


a lamp to the left

casts no shadow

(the shadow of a pen

or a hand)

(unless you are wrong-handed)


chimney shadow

on a fresh-snowed roof

or trees on the eastern edge of the road

where the sun cannot warm


the morning

dusting of ice


try again





Published as ‘newfall: words escape me’, The Fiddlehead 196, Summer 1998.

Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

November 7, 2014 at 7:11 am

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