A Golden Shovel Poem
by Candace Turner
“Bone-Pale, the recent snow fastens like fur to the river.”
from Early December in Croton-on-Hudson, by Louise Glück
December, the trees bone-pale.
This yearly strip-tease earlier than the
year’s prior. I wished for snowfall as recent
as yesterday. Barren branches covered with snow.
It’s wondrous how each flake fastens
itself to cold branches. It must feel like
a welcome gift, a coat of warm fur.
Let’s brave the weather and walk to
see the beauty of soft snow, the
little islands of ice, floating down the river.