aftermath
the sheet of white
that grew last night
now thaws on once familiar street
to various degrees of sleet
the roofs of cars
are silent bars
of bright along the avenue
prim meadows from my window view
and dawnlit space
where frostbits pace
bears tints of grass of earth and clay
cryptic reminders of yesterday
crusading flake
intent opaque
uncurls upon the windowpane
and softly makes a piece of rain
[revised around 2000]
the sheet of white that grew last night
now thaws on once familiar street
to various degrees of sleet
the roofs of cars are silent bars
of bright along the avenue
prim meadows from my window view
and dawnlit space where frostbits pace
bears tints of grass of earth and clay
cryptic reminders of yesterday
crusading flake intent opaque
uncurls upon the windowpane
and softly makes a piece of rain
Words of My Father 
Jonathan (son #3) said,
29 June 2006 at 1:10 pm
This poem appears on p. 77, of the steno notebook labeled “The Shadow Box”. See alterego, which is simply the final verse of this poem, appearing in a separate notebook. Neither is dated, so it’s difficult to ascertain which came first, though I would suspect this fuller version was the latter one.
qazse said,
30 June 2006 at 5:11 am
I could comment on every poem but hold myself back. Your father’s work is brilliant. I think he is masterful at painting visuals, sounding sounds, capturing moments, telling stories, creating surprises, and capturing moods. Each day I visit and learn something new.
qazse said,
30 June 2006 at 5:22 am
the above comment does not reflect the sum total of my perception of what is strong about his poetry. His use of structure is creative. His command of, and use of rhyme, is impressive – as is his use of language in general. I wish I had the time to cite examples but I haven’t the time right now.. But I am sure anyone who has read his poems will nod in recognition and agreeement.
Peace