Snowfall in G Minor

Marianne Boruch

Overnight, itís pow! The held note
keeps falling. And only seems
slow. Because itís just
frozen rain, whatís the big deal? the checker
in Stop and Shop told me.
                                           Save warmth
like stamps. The fade of their color
in the 1920s.  Airmail.  The pilot with his
skin-tight goggle helmet on his
miniature head could be
                           All heads are small. Mineís
lost as a thimble
in this weather. Where
a finger should be and be
sewing, every thought
I ever thunk.
                               Just this word
thunk. Never used.
It lands, noisy
metal in a bucket. Thatís
the last of it.  No echo
for miles of this
                              snowfall—as in
grace, fallen from,
as in a great height, released
from its promise.
From Grace, Fallen From by Marianne Boruch. Copyright © 2008 by Marianne Boruch. Published by Wesleyan University Press. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.

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Further Reading

Poems about Snow
Snow-Bound [The sun that brief December day]
by John Greenleaf Whittier
by Adam Zagajewski
Cherries in the Snow
by Richard Jones
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past
by Laura Jensen
How We Found Our Way
by Matthew Thorburn
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
by Kate Northrop
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311)
by Emily Dickinson
London Snow
by Robert Bridges
On Snow
by James Parton
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Snow Globe
by Kathy Fagan
Snow Song
by Frank Dempster Sherman
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
by Gu Cheng
Spring Snow
by Arthur Sze
The Snow Fairy
by Claude McKay
The Snow Man
by Wallace Stevens
The Snow Storm
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Snowdrop
by Anna Bunston De Bary
The Snowfall Is So Silent
by Miguel de Unamuno
White Days
by Priscilla Becker
Why Is the Color of Snow?
by Brenda Shaughnessy