Winter Words with Mr. Stevens in mind...

I have long been an admirer of Mr. Wallace Stevens work. His sense of symbols and minimalism in his work is somthing I have long been drawn to, and the plain sense quality to his work.The writing below is an attempt to get into the mind of the snowman's possible point of view from his poem; "The Snowman."



Winter Words
(Homage to Mr. Wallace Stevens)

Soon, the sky will slide its winter-white
clouds into place; casting a dull, clay-like, pallor light
on all things.
Night will prolong... shadows will prevail,
through barren streets & alleyways,
plying their wares– to nowhere.
The sad, gray season has begun.
And, snow will come in its usual way – silent,
in the dearth of night – burying some forsaken
soul in its drift-like wakes.
And, upon a leafless tree, a thrush will sing
the muse of the ‘mind of winter;’
stoic, cold, swept by the wind it will ring – this
the snowman’s song...