This one's appropriate for all those folks buried in snow back home in England.
Blizzard - William Carlos Williams
Snow falls:
years of anger following
hours that float idly down --
the blizzard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clutter of
yellow and blue flakes --
Hairy looking trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild solitude.
The man turns and there --
his solitary track stretched out
upon the world.
Williams is one of the best when it comes to images, I think. "the blizzard drifts its weight" I love that part because it gives the blizzard human-like characteristics and uses the word drifts in an interesting way.
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