Saturday, December 4, 2010

This Sunday, LC reposts Snowflake for his Magpie

Tis the season of term papers and exams, but the Magpie prompt and that lovely poem with which Tess led off, not to mention the local weather, beg for a response, so I give you Lemuel Crouse's "Snowflake," first posted back in August.



Snowflake
By Lemuel Crouse

Alone, awash amidst this sea of spruce
and pine I sit. Into the rising fog
I gaze as if to see some mystic realm.

Enchantment drew me to this holy hill
by promising a glimpse of heaven's bliss,
but haze and heavy clouds obscure my view.
The gloom, my doom it is, I think, to see.

What is it like to dream of future days
and not of nightmares past? The wintry blasts
come howling through my brain. Yet on the winds
of pain a solitary snowflake floats.

Someday the snow will fall and bury all
my shame beneath its pristine flow, and I
will know at last a season of new hope.


And now I'm off in search of more coffee and a pair of woolly socks...and another red pen!

12 comments:

altar ego said...

Wow. Deep stuff. Like the snow, perhaps. Good work.

chiccoreal said...

Dear Dr. Linthead: Your light-hearted poem invokes the magic that I yearn to return to each year! Thank-you

Gerry Snape said...

Great rhythm to that and the rhymescome when you least expect. Good!

Carolina Linthead said...

Thanks! Deep like the snow, indeed, Anne, and a magic I yearn for each year, chiccoreal. I often gravitate toward blank verse, Gerry, liking both the freedom it gives for unexpected rhyming and the rhythm and structure of iambic pentameter...I think of it as practicing the lessons I learned at the feet of Master Shakespeare, whose style ever humbles and inspires.

Kristen Haskell said...

For my it is like a time a deep reflection when things slow down and you can take the time to move past the pain and view that time as the beginning of a new hope. Beautiful. I am trying to embrace winter this year.

Helen said...

If only snow could bury shame ... a lovely poem. Thank you for sharing.

Paul C said...

I like the imagery. Amidst the pain of the past there is the hope that a pristine snowflake can bring renewal.

KimQuiltz said...

... ahhh, turning into the skid to avoid going over the edge.

Love it!

Sue J said...

I really like this, especially the lone snowflake. Nice Magpie.

Tess Kincaid said...

The promise of new hope. I love that, Dr. L. Beautiful write.

C.M. Jackson said...

beautiful --as willow noted there always hope--c

Karen said...

Really beautiful, LC! I am often struck by how similarly you and I see the world. We know and appreciate its beauty, but we spend a lot of time trying not to see the worm in the apple.