George Mackay Brown
Said the first snowflake
No, I'm not a shilling,
I go quicker than white butterfly in summer.
Said the second snowflake
Be patient, boy.
Seize me, I'm a drop of water on the end of your finger.
The third snowflake said,
A star?
No, I've drifted down out of that big blue-black cloud.
And the fourth snowflake,
Ah good, the road
Is hard as flint, it tolls like iron under your boots.
And the fifth snowflake,
Go inside, boy,
Fetch your scarf, a bonner, the sledge.
The sixth snowflake sang,
I'm a city of sixes,
Crystal hexagons, a hushed sextet.
And the trillionth snowflake,
All ends with me—
I and my brother Fire, we end all.
2007: Smart by Bruce Bennett
still snowing here in Colorado, USA
ReplyDeletefrom Now and Then: The Poet's Choice Columns, 1997-2000 by Robert Hass
Hass just won the 2008 Pulitzer Prize for (poetry) Time and Materials.
See Future In Lilacs