Wednesday, 30 January 2008

Moving snow

Clearing a path to the back gate through the knee-deep snow P-i-R was once rewarded with a free poem of sorts. It 'just came'; like Robert Frost's poem 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' which 'just came' to Frost when he was looking out of a window.
The following, pleasing for its layered meaning, first appeared in a special 10th anniversary edition of Poetry Monthly in April 2006.

In the Garden

Snow in the night
and rain in the morning
is the heaviest load
for the shovel.

Struggling with mine,
I'm immediately struck
by the breathless prospect

c)- Gwilym Williams


  1. ah snow we dont get much but Haleakala (house of the sun) was covered in snow yesterday morn
    id love to make footprints in it
    aloha from Hawaii

  2. ah, making footprints is good! and
    what a lovely name for a mountain you have
    best bardic wishes, Gwilym


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