Friday, January 12, 2007

For a day so cold the snow squeaks, a favorite poem

Pine tree tops

In the blue night
frost haze, the sky glows
with the moon
pine tree tops
bend snow-blue, fade
into sky, frost, starlight.
The creak of boots.
Rabbit tracks, deer tracks,
what do we know.

-Gary Snyder

1 comment:

MENBAH! said...

With some more work, that piece could have had naught but one-beat words. Two with two? "Hare" would have worked for one. Take out "star" and you have it. Give me a break.