For a time, it looked like my first winter in Chicago would be a mild one. Hah! It's snowing as I write this, a hasty, wind-battered affair with little accumulation but a mean punch. So I went a-hunting for snow poems and found this one in a collection of poems from--what a coincidence--a Chicagoan, Gwendolyn Brooks.
Guess folks around here know a thing or two about the flaky stuff, huh?
Cynthia in the Snow
It SUSHES.
It hushes
The loudness in the road.
It flitter-twitters,
And laughs away from me.
It laughs a lovely whiteness,
And whitely whirs away,
To be,
Some otherwhere,
Still white as milk or shirts.
So beautiful it hurts.
Ooh, nice one! Very pretty, Anne.
Posted by: eisha | March 10, 2007 at 09:37 AM
Good luck with the snow, Anne!
Posted by: Jen Robinson | March 11, 2007 at 04:22 PM
It's all gone, hooray! Now if it would just stop raining ...
Posted by: Anne | March 12, 2007 at 06:50 AM
In Chicago? Hah!
Posted by: brettdl | March 12, 2007 at 09:54 AM