7 January 2024 (first snowstorm)

first snowstorm

the exuberance

of the plow guy

8 February 2022 (power ballad)

power ballad

the warp speed illusion

of snow in headlights

3 January 2022 (feeder)

everyone’s abuzz

about the coming snowstorm

feeder finches

15 February 2021 (snow)

the first few flakes . . .

part of me curls up

in a deer yard

1 February 2021 (storm warning)

storm warning

the flurry of preparations

before the snow

18 December 2020 (plow)

all-night storm

the pulse of hard rock

from inside the plow truck

10 - 11 April 2020 (storm)

spring snowstorm

the candlelight

not so romantic

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spring snowstorm

all the fallen branches

budding

3 December 2019 (snow)

Wallace Stevens’s poem “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” is a classic of modern poetry and clearly influenced by Japanese haiku, which was just beginning to intrigue American poets and writers in the early 1900’s. Also, the poem’s a long-time favorite of mine.

During today’s snowstorm, this stanza from the poem comes to mind:

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

“It was snowing / And it was going to snow.” Ah, winter in Maine.

all day snow

a white fox emerging

from a dream

2 December 2019 (wind chimes)

rising pressure

before the snowstorm

neighbor’s wind chimes

24 February (crows)

snow flurries

crows calling back and forth

the only sound

12 February 2019 (storm prep)

storm preparation

stocking up 

on library books