Day 17: A Snow Day

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

9 thoughts on “Day 17: A Snow Day

  1. 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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