Monday, April 22, 2013

Four Good Winters

Four Good Winters

What made it all worth it
was when the snows came

and your fur would turn white
to match the snow, and you

could slink along after a lemming
who’d look back and only see

snow, moving snow, and when you
could get him in your jaws

and that other little lemming, how
quickly hunger would limp away.


  1. important. perhaps salvation, for the jawed and for us. (i remain amazed by your talent.)


  2. The elements of surprise and disbelief even when one's eyes tell otherwise. . . our inability to see the danger in our very midst: this could serve as a wonderful commentary on recent events in Boston.

    Beautifully realized poem, Hannah.


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