Tuesday, January 18, 2011


The snow has come and gone,
come and gone yet again
and will repeat itself
before crocuses peep
from winter slumbers.

What’s left of autumn’s leaves
dried in the freeze and thaw
of snow and stop and snow
are caught in late season
windstorm, a small eddy

gusted into brown swirls,
a thousand funneled shreds
performing wind dances
in crackles and small pops
as points, edges strike street.

Each brown, dried leaf a word
used and infused to come
alive for one moment,
dancing in sight and sound
before the snow returns.

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Photograph: Leaves in Snow by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.


Anonymous said...

WE have plenty of snow here in Pennsylvania, so I am relating to this wintery poem.

I do enjoy watching those brown leave dances - you've captured the image well.

Beautiful start to my Tuesday morning!

Maureen said...

Nice meditation on the snow.

We had an ice storm last night, so the line "as points, edges strike street" stood out for me.

Louise Gallagher said...

Ahh, here, the snow has come and never gone!

Nice one!

katdish said...

Ah, if only I could experience some snow first hand.

Maybe I should write a poem about how walking outside here feels like being wrapped in a damp blanket. With fire ants. How I wish for just one hard freeze to kill those horrible things. But I digress...

Very nice, Glynn.

Steve Isaak said...

Solid, enjoyable nature-imagery work.

L.L. Barkat said...

"pops as points"

Loved the sounds there. :)

Brian Miller said...

oh and you know how to bring those words to life...love walking the leaves play on the breeze...nice one shot glynn

S. Etole said...

and it will continue to return for some time here ....

Toyin O. said...

Lovely poem and picture;thanks for sharing.

Linda said...

Oh Glynn, I really like this one. It just comes alive!

hedgewitch said...

A lovely, unconventional and expressive take on the season. The image of the leaves "..a thousand funneled shreds/performing wind dances..." coming alive in their bits and pieces to steep as words and thoughts was especially moving for me.

dustus said...

"alive for one moment,
dancing in sight and sound"

Their is a wonderful beat to the poem, with intentional repetition that accentuates an excellent use of imagery describing the beauty of a fleeting moment.

Reggie said...

I have always loved the sound of leaves dancing across the pavement.

You have captured those moments so vividly, crisp...I lit up like a Christmas tree as I read on.

I really like this...you def get a smile on this.

signed...bkm said...

a great Winter write on the remain leaves peeking in and out of the snow...as the season passes...and flows..awaiting to bloom the blubs of spring....lovely Glynn...bkm

Big Sur Blogisphere said...

After all the crap that I have been reading, you are a breath of fresh air, a poet after my own heart----concise, observant and with a feel for the rhythm and movement of Life.

Well Done

Tiger Windwalker

Anonymous said...

That final stanza, to me, is quite profound. Likening the leaves to words, particularly the temporary nature many can have, is something very much worth exploring indeed. Insightful and subtle, two very desirable qualities. Great work.

Jerry said...

Windows of reminder of other seasons past and the ones to come. Nice.

Shashidhar Sharma said...

Hi Glynn

Its beautiful I enjoyed reading it a lot. thanks for sharing..

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Anonymous said...

It's as if each sentence stands alone to complete the whole. What a weird statement and feeling.. Nice tho..