Saturday 7 February 2009

Two snow poems

1
Frost on the windows
had boarded-up the house.

Antique looking-glasses
Where pavements used to be.

The small surf stands still
on the lip of the tyre tracks.

2.
A snowfall is about the
control of perception:
each cloud has a vested
interest in integrity

in trying to return
the world to a state
of perfect intactness,
of harmonious opacity.

No comments: