Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Prayers of Snow by Lorna Crozier

Snow is a lesson in forgetting, a lesson in gravity,  
a long loose sentence spiraling to the end of thought.
It prays to the young god robed in white, his ascent 
a blizzard returning to the sky.  It prays to the white-footed 
mouse, the snowy owl, the varying hare and vole, 
the cat with fur between his toes.  It closes the gap
between drought and plenty, belief and blasphemy, 
the ear and silence.  It is a migration of birds 
without eyes, without feet, who settle white in branches 
on breasts and wings.  When you stride through snow
in dreams or waking, you are a star-walker.
It prays to the soft fall of your boots.

~Whetstone (McClelland and Stewart Ltd, 2005)


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