Impressions Of Winter

Wild geese pepper a grey soup sky,
hanging almost too thick for flight.

Colors only shocking by their absence
beg seasoning to flavor the season.

Trees down to twigs poke stiffly in wind.
Snow-swollen sticks of marshmallows,

they freeze far above the fire of Spring,
stirring and simmering deep underground.

by Lori Boulard

Comments (7)

this has some of the sparse minimalism of oriental poetry for example 'trees down to twigs poke stiffly in wind.' it is the objective detailing, the neutrality of the attitude implied, the concise wording, and the syllables.
Living in Michigan I can really appreciate this poem Lori. I loved the line about the snow- swollen sticks of marshmallows! All our trees here are covered with snow and now that's the image I'll have when I look at them. Very nice. :) Sincerely, mary
A vivid picture of the play of the stasis described and the movement waiting in the wings. Though it doesn't snow where I am (gets a little nippy, though) , I loved feeling the cold in this poem!
What a lovely write here Lori, an unusual way of putting things, but it works so well. I loved it. Love Ernestine XXX
Delightful picture...... avr
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