Sunday, January 26, 2014

raking in snowed time

The Mill, 1964, by Andrew Wyeth 
snow has embraced time
in a mill in the countryside
thin strands of ice fall on my head
foiling my plans to write on the frosted glass
let nature facilitate more plans
how else would the the mill workers sustain?
a state of helplessness would be their undoing-
an aspect no would like to see

"I do not wish watching you juggling the wheelbarrow-
not while you are a shadow of a long lost ghost.
who sent that anonymous note, I not know"

13 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the whole idea that "snow has embraced time." A beautiful poem of stillness.

flaubert said...

Gautami, you have created a lovely scene here. Nice work.

Pamela

Unknown said...

My favorite line - "snow has embraced time". That is exactly how it felt this week with schools closed due to snow.

steveroni said...

Reading this found me shivering in the cold (that's a compliment, BTW!!!).

What "Inquiring Minds" want to know is, WHO sent that anonymous note. Also--WHAT anonymous note?

I believe I missed the whole point, not an unusual occurrence for me--grin!

humbird said...

Slow winter time well described ~ Keep warm, Gautami :)x

21 Wits said...

Lovely writing, I'm thinking it's time for spring to step in, even if it's just briefly!

Helen said...

You sparked a memory in me .. from years ago .. writing on frosted windows, my sisters and I would do that for what seemed like hours.

I enjoyed this!

Kathe W. said...

my favorite line:
"let nature facilitate more plans"
As if we have any control!
Excellent poem.

Unknown said...

thin strands of ice fall on my head
foiling my plans to write on the frosted glass...

ouch... smiles... great observation here... you capture a very peaceful scene

Susan Anderson said...

I like the idea of snow embracing time. I've felt that before.

=)

Anonymous said...

there's a timeless pace to this poem, it has a peacefulness that I liked.

Katherine said...

I have never experienced snow personally myself but I think anything that can embrace time is beautiful and this poem was beautiful too!

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh I could see that ghostly wheelbarrow pusher...