So already, no one in Massachusetts was dreaming of a white Hallowe'en.* But we got one this year. The snow fell in Quincy and Weymouth before it reached south to Hingham and Marshfield Hills on the Friday morning the day before Hallowe'en. Meeting on Zoom, the members of my poetry writing group, The No Name Poets, divided our attention between the snow falling outside our windows and our own faces on our individual computer screens.
I believe that everyone--not just the members of my poetry writing group --has been hungering for and prizing those moments when, for whatever reason, the pandemic temporarily recedes, and we're able to recall other ways of being and feeling in the world. That snowfall created such a moment.
Susan Trausch on Zoom |
So here is Susan's poem. With her permission, I share "First Snow, 2020."
Thanks, Susan, for letting me share your poem here--and for reminding us all how something as common as uncommon weather can reconnect us hopefully to the world and to one another. The heart does open!
* Photo accompanying Yahoo! (2014, November 11). Arctic blast in the Midwest. Yahoo! News. https://ph.news.yahoo.com/photos/actic-blast-in-the-midwest-slideshow/woman-shovels-snow-minneapolis-photo-235348877.html.
So happy you shared Susan's poem! It's as enchanting as that first snowfall.
ReplyDeleteOne of my old roommates really likes it, too, but she posted her comment on Facebook! Susan's poem is definitely reosonating!
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