It seems fitting that for this final Monday in January that I close out the month with some poetry and this poem by Linda Pastan seems perfect for today!
I think many on the east coast will be nodding their heads at Linda’s imagery! I hope this Monday finds you all dug out and back to a semblance of normalcy!
by Linda Pastan
the snow
has forgotten
how to stop
it falls
stuttering
at the glass
a silk windsock
of snow
blowing
under the porch light
tangling trees
which bend
like old women
snarled
in their own
knitting
snow drifts
up to the step
over the doorsill
a pointillist’s blur
the wedding
of form and motion
shaping itself
to the wish of
any object it touches
chairs become
laps of snow
the moon could be
breaking apart
and falling
over the eaves
over the roof
a white bear
Blizzard by Linda Pastan from Poetry Magazine, 1978
Happy Monday all! I will see you all back here on Wednesday!
This is lovely imagery, and so well described! I especially like the “silk windsocks”. The snow drifts have been shoveled away from the steps but I’ll recall this poem the next time we have a blizzard.
I believe there is a poem for everything 🙂 I love snowstorms ever since I was a child. Whenever it snows I get giddy inside. I know I’m in the minority. Lovely poem!!
What a pretty poem Kat! I had not heard of Linda Pastan. I particularly like the opening “the snow has forgotten how to stop” – so true at times!! Lovely images.
It felt like the snow had forgotten how to stop here on Saturday! Lovely poem.
LOL at the snow forgetting how to stop! That’s pretty much how I feel around this time every year, when we just keep getting snow on top of snow on top of snow. I’m really looking forward to the thaw we’re supposed to get midweek, though I hope it doesn’t melt and then freeze.
Perfect winter poem!
XO
So pretty!! I love it!
I really enjoy Pastan’s poems. I haven’t read this one so thank you. Happy Monday and Tuesday!
Thank you , this is a beautiful poem for this week.