The lines from "shoveling" to "untouched snow" are such a beautiful portrait of devotion. Love the way they teeter between the mundanities of human and divine relationship. Short, dark days up in Seattle right now. Perfect poem for this season.
I was unfamiliar with Mennies before this - thanks so much for sharing!
This poem has been casually leaning against the walls of my brain ever since I tread it yesterday. Thank you for also introducing me to this poet, and for naming “gentle mundanity,” which is a big part of why I’m so drawn to her words here.
Like the poem as much as your last paragraph. Struck by how you perfectly described how I was feeling--about clouds and my ordinariness and sorrow, stress, joy, and whatever I carry. Like the light on your winter sky, your words inspire hope.
The lines from "shoveling" to "untouched snow" are such a beautiful portrait of devotion. Love the way they teeter between the mundanities of human and divine relationship. Short, dark days up in Seattle right now. Perfect poem for this season.
I was unfamiliar with Mennies before this - thanks so much for sharing!
thank you so much for reading!
This poem has been casually leaning against the walls of my brain ever since I tread it yesterday. Thank you for also introducing me to this poet, and for naming “gentle mundanity,” which is a big part of why I’m so drawn to her words here.
thanks so much for reading!
Like the poem as much as your last paragraph. Struck by how you perfectly described how I was feeling--about clouds and my ordinariness and sorrow, stress, joy, and whatever I carry. Like the light on your winter sky, your words inspire hope.