In a nod to "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams, National Poetry Month, and the current snowstorm that has kept our family burrowed deep inside our home this weekend, I penned this poem:
April Snowstorm
so much depends
upon
an April snowstorm
ushered in with hail,
billowing winds,
slick snow-covered streets.
You already know how much I love this photo. Now it’s more beautiful w/ your tribute to William Carlos Williams. I love the imagists. Stay warm!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous picture, but still sorry for the big snow, perhaps the "last hurrah". We had some yesterday morning (Denver) but it was gone by noon, perhaps just the edge of your storm. Love that play on Williams' words. Truth is that it does depend. . .
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Love the picture, and the poem. Hope it turns spring soon!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture, hard to image it is an April scene. Love your "nod" to William Carlos Williams and "The Red Wheelbarrow."
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image and words. Perhaps poetry is a benefit of being burrowed in! Hoping for Spring.
ReplyDeleteLove your poem, but sorry for an April! storm. I especially love your phrase, "familiar poems that whisper in my ear." Hope your snow and wintry conditions are whisked away soon by spring.
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