"A scattering of snow, spits a boy raw welcome, waiting for a bus beside the road."
I love the vivid imagery that I get when it refers to the snow as "spitting," since I have heard this description of snowy weather before.
Throughout the poem, the language is very strong, but I think it is the strongest in the fifth stanza, where it creates such a vivid scene in my mind. I used to have to wait in the cold for the school bus since my parents left for work early. I would walk down to a friend's house who lived in the neighborhood, and we would stand outside, rain, snow, sleet, or sunshine, and wait for our bus.
I had to do this too for many years, and at times it did feel like the snow was "spitting" at me.
ReplyDeleteI completely agree with you. Very good imagery, it's almost as if you were standing right there with the boy. I'm sure most people can recall a point in time they had to wait for something out in the cold, whether it was a bus or not.
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