View from my window with the mind of winter
The snowman hasn’t been built, but there is no way for me to look out my window, watching the fat, feathery flakes tumble from a whitened sky, blanketing the pines without thinking of Wallace Stevens’s snowman.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45235/the-snow-man-56d224a6d4e90
December 16, 2022 @ 5:03 pm
I love your description of snow flakes
December 16, 2022 @ 5:25 pm
THANK YOU. I had a beautiful video of the view, but it wouldn’t upload. Or is it download? 🙂