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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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Posted in Poems by Charles Pierre | Tagged Poem after the Blizzard | 2 Comments

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1. on March 8, 2022 at 1:53 pm Jean Louise

   One of my favorite photographs.

   
   
2. on March 8, 2022 at 10:12 am Blogfinger

   We posted this poem (with some changes from now) in 2016.

   Charles Pierre said, “When a blizzard covers the shore, we are amazed at the vast expanse of snow in all directions — but almost immediately start looking for signs of color and life. ”

   Best wishes,
   Charles Pierre

   
   

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