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I still delight in snow
some seventy years after I first did.
Though my body now is tentative,
my spirit weary of life's contests,
I still take pleasure
in that world of whiteness
just as I did when I resided
in a frame so small
I can no longer remember how it felt.
Was I an infant?
No way of knowing,
but when I see snow fall
I sense boy-feelings of decades ago,
flakes on my lashes,
against my skin,
the bracing scent,
the compact blizzard
as I tumbled from my sled
a scattering of cold powder
turning my eyebrows white,
as now do other causes,
my clothes encrusted
the wetness soaking through,
the warm kitchen
where I disrobed
("Get out of those wet clothes!"
my mother said)
fading
into the one where I sit now
tapping out this poem.
© by Richard Greene.
Used with the author's permission.
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Richard Greene began writing poetry in the 8th grade, inspired by the opening lines of Longfellow's Evangeline—This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks / Bearded in moss and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight"—which he was required to read in class. In college, after a classmate deemed Richard's rhyming poem trite, he stopped writing until, a couple of years later, a class with Henry Rago, subsequently editor of Poetry magazine, inspired him to resume his efforts. But poetry fell by the wayside for almost forty years as a busy career in international development consumed his life. As retirement approached, however, Richard's dedication to poetry returned; he has now self-published a book (Explorations, Antrim House Books), and shares a "poem of the week" (get on the mailing list by requesting it at greeneplace@gmail.com). Richard lives in Nyack, New York; learn more about him at www.greenepage.net.
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Anastasia:
I miss playing in the snow! But I'm glad not to have to shovel the driveway any more!
Posted 12/15/2020 03:00 PM
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Jancan:
Such a beautiful, moving message about how certain sights, sounds, and smells return us--just briefly--to childhood!
Posted 12/14/2020 11:12 AM
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Lori Levy:
Great expression of your delight in the snow.
Posted 12/09/2020 03:46 PM
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cork:
Warming our hands in hot water was not the best idea.
Posted 12/09/2020 09:04 AM
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
Thank for reminding me of what it was like in younger days.
Posted 12/09/2020 09:04 AM
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