A Monochromatic Westport Day

First snow..(after the thaw, that is)

Falling snow makes the Island quiet: a peaceful place to walk the dog and muse.

FIRST SNOW

You’ve come to frost the rubble-shaven hill…
to fill the frozen valley’s cup until,
with joy, a flood of runnings over will
noise of spring…then flowers will erase
even the memory of your pale, white face.

–Jerry Day Mason, Speaking to Strangers (1986)

 

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