What wonderful use of words. One sifts sugar, but this is snow the poet is talking about, and the unseen baker is sifting snow through the evergreens.
Such a wonderful image: "sugar snow
sifting through evergreens"
Gently falling; because the verb here is sifting, not spooning. And it is falling on evergreens–trees that are shaped to shed the falling snow, so the sifting image.
Also sifting through the nests, but maybe the snowfall continues for long, and the empty nests are filled again.
I'm reminded of snowstorms both as a child and as a parent when the snowfall was heavy enough to keep our family housebound. Empty nests filled. It fills me with nostalgia.
May 25th, 2016 at 9:03 am
Lovely!
May 25th, 2016 at 9:26 am
What wonderful use of words. One sifts sugar, but this is snow the poet is talking about, and the unseen baker is sifting snow through the evergreens.
Such a wonderful image: "sugar snow
sifting through evergreens"
Gently falling; because the verb here is sifting, not spooning. And it is falling on evergreens–trees that are shaped to shed the falling snow, so the sifting image.
Also sifting through the nests, but maybe the snowfall continues for long, and the empty nests are filled again.
May 25th, 2016 at 12:19 pm
I'm reminded of snowstorms both as a child and as a parent when the snowfall was heavy enough to keep our family housebound. Empty nests filled. It fills me with nostalgia.
May 25th, 2016 at 12:53 pm
Loved this. Thank you.
May 26th, 2016 at 4:48 am
morning snow
last night's footprints
a clean slate
May 30th, 2016 at 7:02 am
Thank you all for your generous and thoughtul words! I appreciate your taking the time to comment.
shine on,
Debbie