Remember snow? It can be quite beautiful…Poem (“Speck”) by Charles Pierre of New York City.

1954 by André Kertesz. Greenwich Village from his apartment window.

 

 

By Charles Pierre:

 

Speck

When the blizzard passed,
a holly amid ocean dunes

shook in the March wind,
as mounds of snow

slid from its peak
in a silent rush,

exposing a branch
where one red berry,

shriveled and pitted
in spots, yet whole,

clings to its stem —
the only speck of color

on this stark white shore,
edged with ashen surf.

 

 

 

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