tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649174662432514247.post441975401621334823..comments2023-03-09T03:57:37.753-08:00Comments on Boomslang Poetry: Snow PoemsKate Noakeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01197316141509271786noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649174662432514247.post-19336182366804445042010-01-12T11:51:23.778-08:002010-01-12T11:51:23.778-08:00Thought that you might like these, written by a ye...Thought that you might like these, written by a year 7 boy; he said that I could send them to you - he had printed off too many copies so he let me have one:<br /><br />The feeling of Christmas drifts out of the air<br />Bitter wind<br />Start of a new year.<br /><br /><br />Harsh wind blows through the cold air<br />Mountain-tops glisten<br />Snowmen dawdle in the street.<br /><br />(Lines should be centred!)maggeohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02028008710064740224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649174662432514247.post-35484970140468221072010-01-10T05:48:34.155-08:002010-01-10T05:48:34.155-08:00Thanks Maggeo!Thanks Maggeo!Kate Noakeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01197316141509271786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3649174662432514247.post-15111606718830807902010-01-07T14:33:49.841-08:002010-01-07T14:33:49.841-08:00............Between melting and freezing
The soul&...............Between melting and freezing<br />The soul's sap quivers. There is no earth smell<br />Or smell of living thing. This is the spring time<br />But not in time's covenant. Now the hedgerow <br />Is blanched for an hour with transitory blossom<br />Of snow, a bloom more sudden<br />Than that of summer, neither budding nor fading,<br />Not in the scheme of generation.<br />Where is the summer, the unimaginable<br />Zero summer?<br /><br />TS Eliot "Four Quartets"<br /><br />Or a beautiful evocation of here: "London Snow" by Robert Bridges - muffling and hushing, hiding differences.maggeohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02028008710064740224noreply@blogger.com