1.24.2015

Stepping Out

https://www.flickr.com/photos/zuk0/13428306005

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Stepping out onto the stoop
Past the porch and pillars
The air is dense, the tree limbs droop
With clouds of icy fillers
The light of lamps is caught within
A net of falling whiteness
Though everywhere its likeness
Is hanging, drifting, closing in
The sound of common life inside
Is gone before I make a stride
A step in chiaroscuro
Soundless into night I go
The street is dark and bright and wide
And silent in the snow.

2 comments:

  1. That's a nice moment. Sometimes it's hard to be lyrical about winter.

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    1. For one, there's usually only one color -- what to do with it?

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