If there were only the falling snow

The frost intent, the autumn broken
Winter crosses the wooded land, crisp and silent
Ice on a stream like a listless beggar,
Loitering, plunging hands;
Snow drags its belly through the dying thicket.

The timber dry
The white flakes drift
In the shifting wind.
Red rock
The snowy wash
The cliff like a pinion flight.

And the distant thunder shouting and crying
And the rain in agony in warmer places
And spring with a little patience
And places dry with the mud-cracked earth.

If there were only snow
And no rain,
If there were only the falling snow
Over the wooded land
Stumbling over fallen timber,
Fiddling the air with exhausted fingers
On a winter evening.

The swell of flakes, dry and brittle
White sullen faces about the chapel of trees
And over the tumbled warrens;
Dark clouds crouched, then spoke the thunder
Seals of rain broken,
The daring of snow’s surrender-
By this and only this, the snow existed.

Copyright © 09/04/2016 lance sheridan®

Reine Marie Pinchon

This entry was posted in Poetry.

29 comments on “If there were only the falling snow

  1. Taruna says:

    Beautiful you give feeling and character to even the elements of our changing weathers..
    Pleasure to read..

  2. tara caribou says:

    Absolutely gorgeous, Lance! What a joy to read. Made me sigh with wistfulness, turning my face to the mountains, longing for winter again.

  3. So beautiful! I can feel what you write.

  4. rabirius says:

    Now it seems to work again.
    Excellent poem.

  5. sherazade says:

    E il tuono lontano che grida e piange
    E la pioggia in agonia nei luoghi più caldi

    grande sensazione! Grazie.


  6. Lona Gynt says:

    Oh I have truly fallen in love with your poetry. This suppling evocation “if there were only…” feels like a question that begs an answer, but gives none, but with such vivid beauty that the lack of an answer itself frames the answer. If only there were… what then? I’ll tell you what then… the clear and brutal beauty of the peaceful winter that has the presence to just be there. The answer requires no shift or turning, it is just there. It is more than enough. Beautiful Lance.

  7. Now that’s poetry like painting. Even the grimness of the picture-poem evokes a feeling of closeness to nature. A feeling of knowing the heartbeat of Mother nature.

  8. Susi Bocks says:

    All I kept thinking… Brrrrr! Nice imagery you displayed with this piece. 🙂

  9. Thoughtful and filled with beautiful wintery pondering…

  10. aphrodite smiles says:

    Captures winter perfectly… (and I am a fan!) : )

  11. Thank you so much, aphrodite! I am too!

  12. pjlazos says:

    Just beautiful. Are the watercolors yours, too?

  13. Barbara Kasey Smith says:

    Reading this remarkable poem, I found myself sitting among an amazing wintery scene with images that are sharp calling my attention to them, I’m in awe at the distinctive imaginations my mind conjures up at this time, painting a canvas of distinct beauty. Barb:)

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