Finding a Voice
Monday, January 28, 2008
three foxes in winter
foxes flowing
running red
skimming snow
*A simple little poem, much like William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow." I was driving the 10 km to Strasbourg from Duval, vigilantly watching for deer, when a fox ran east across the highway, followed by another, with a third still on the west side of the highway, but in hot pursuit. They were such a lovely red, and their movement was mesmerizingly smooth, like rapids over river rocks, or a ribbon in the hand of a rhythmic gymnast. Such small, quick, and graceful creatures.
running red
skimming snow
*A simple little poem, much like William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow." I was driving the 10 km to Strasbourg from Duval, vigilantly watching for deer, when a fox ran east across the highway, followed by another, with a third still on the west side of the highway, but in hot pursuit. They were such a lovely red, and their movement was mesmerizingly smooth, like rapids over river rocks, or a ribbon in the hand of a rhythmic gymnast. Such small, quick, and graceful creatures.
posted by Colleen McCubbin at 3:49 PM
3 Comments:
I hope you weren't on the highway today!
Beautiful poem!
What beautiful imagery! Keep writing my friend!
Post a Comment
<< Home