poetry poetry friday orangemarmaladebooks January 10, 2014 2 Comments When All the World is Full of Snow by N.M. Bodecker I never know just where to go, when all the world is full of snow. I do not want to make a track, not even to the shed and back. I only want to watch and wait, while snow moths settle on the gate, and swarming frost flakes fill the trees with billions of albino bees. I only want myself to be as silent as a winter tree, to hear the swirling stillness grow, when all the world is full of snow. Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related CategoriespoetryTagschildren's poetry, poetry, snow, when all the world is full of snow by n.m. bodecker, winter
So lovely — especially those albino bees and snow moths!
Yes, I loved the swarming and settling — so true.