A Bit of Henry Bugbee

Great bit of Bugbee from Ed Mooney’s blog.

Mists on the Rivers--

Tuesday, January 15, 1963

 

No wind stirs.

At Zero Fahrenheit the flakes of snow are not at all large.

Incredibly lightly and unwaveringly they fall.

A myriad of them  fills our meadow round the house.

One sees them best looking at the trees beyond.

Their falling accentuates the still-standing trees, the dark trunks.

And the still of the trees is the nearness of  falling snow.

Occasiona11y, in the meadow, a weed nods and lifts again.

The low fire on the hearth is even more discreet.

 

Henry Bugbee, A Way of Reading the Book of Job

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