Today the track is impassable,
a windfall of time blesses my hands.
I watch my small world unfold
in newspaper tones of ink and snow.
In the field crows squabble
over bruised stubbles of barley,
an astonishment of hares nibble at frost,
search for the spectre of spring.
Lynn Valentine lives on the Black Isle in the Scottish Highlands. Her work is widely
published and appears in places like Northwords Now, The Blue Nib and Ink, Sweat & Tears.
She had a poem commissioned by the Scottish Poetry Library this year as part of their
Champions project. She is organising her first poetry pamphlet under the mentorship of
Cinnamon Press after winning a place on their Pencil Mentoring competition for 2020.
Lynn can be found on Twitter @dizzylynn
Love that “astonishment of hares”. A skilful compact poem, says all it needs to say…JIM
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I love the ‘windfall of time’ brought by a snow day – to be cut off from the outside world whilst remaining warm and cozy can be magical.
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I love Lynn’s poem; it reminds me of days when I was trapped inside by snow with ‘a windfall of time’. What a joy to watch what happens when we’re usually not looking, and a lovely snapshot of nature in winter, especially the ‘astonishment of hares’ that ‘nibble at frost’ and ‘search for the spectre of spring’.
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I love the newspaper tones of ink and snow.
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This is beautiful–newspaper tones and “an astonishment of hares.” And perfect to read today, as we’ve just had our first snowfall.
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This is beautiful and I love ‘an astonishment of hares’.
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I love the images of black against white. (K)
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beautiful atmospheric piece
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Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.
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