This was like a word painting you stare at, enjoying what you see, but only at the very end realize some technical detail about it. That was me reading this one. My brain didn't latch onto this being a sonnet until the last two lines.
I enjoyed and was moved by the tension between snow and flood. Not surprisingly, considering the poet, this also had the feel of song lyrics. I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing!
Oh, Andrew! I am not a Houstonian, but I am a Texan, and every detail in your poem rings so true. Many of your brethern and sistern came and stayed with relatives and friends where I am, in Fredericksburg.
Really enjoyed the recollection and the comparison. (And of course it brings to mind other kinds of floods—some much older, some modern and more metaphorical but nonetheless just as dangerous.)
Calls me to AWE! YES!
This was like a word painting you stare at, enjoying what you see, but only at the very end realize some technical detail about it. That was me reading this one. My brain didn't latch onto this being a sonnet until the last two lines.
I enjoyed and was moved by the tension between snow and flood. Not surprisingly, considering the poet, this also had the feel of song lyrics. I enjoyed reading this. Thank you for sharing!
Oh, Andrew! I am not a Houstonian, but I am a Texan, and every detail in your poem rings so true. Many of your brethern and sistern came and stayed with relatives and friends where I am, in Fredericksburg.
Blessed be unexpected snow.
Thank you for the reminder that small things are just as important to pay attention to and pregnant with glory.
Really enjoyed the recollection and the comparison. (And of course it brings to mind other kinds of floods—some much older, some modern and more metaphorical but nonetheless just as dangerous.)