Paul's Corner: Poetry Month

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Donald Justice

THE SNOWFALL

The classic landscapes of dreams are not
More pathless, though footprints leading nowhere
Would seem to prove that a people once
Survived for a little even here.

Fragments of a pathetic culture
Remain, the lost mittens of children,
And a single, bright de-tasseled  snow-cap,
Evidence of some frantic migration.

The landmarks are gone. Nevertheless
There is something familiar about this country,
Slowly now we begin to recal

The terrible whispers of our elders
Falling softly about our ears
In childhood, never believed till now.

--Donald Justice