Still one would want more, one would need more,
More than a world of white and snowy scents.
-Wallace Stevens
More than a world of white and snowy scents.
-Wallace Stevens
Right now, I can’t imagine beyond snow. It’s been falling all day again, though this time, not to much effect. Deer tracks run everywhere: they veer toward the hemlock, then, foiled by the fencing, veer back to open ground. The paths break into ragged patches where deer scraped through to get at grass.
