Poem of the month
chosen by David Underdown, who supplies the footnote
The Chance of Snow
by Jim Carruth
They say there isn’t a month
it doesn’t snow in Yellowstone
and because only you know me
the way I know myself
you can spot the signs
even through the shimmer
of a balmy summer afternoon
here in our back garden:
that sudden shiver beyond
butterflies and blooms,
a flurry fast across my brow,
in my eyes, the blizzard.
