The mind of winter

The winter is now here
To the old fogged mind
Not a knife cold of snow
In hills of silver and sun
Cloudy from tea mouths.

Mind steps into a winter
Of a pale ghost it is now
Crusted with white years.
More than ice it is a fog
That makes up its mind.

(Referring to Wallace Stevens ‘ poem The Snow man)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s