{"id":7489,"date":"2011-08-16T06:30:13","date_gmt":"2011-08-15T18:30:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=7489"},"modified":"2011-08-16T10:28:38","modified_gmt":"2011-08-15T22:28:38","slug":"tuesday-poem-snow-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/16\/tuesday-poem-snow-country\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: “Snow Country”"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Under snow ...<\/p><\/div>\n

Being
\nin snow country,
\ngrey sky pressing in
\nas the flakes swirl \u2013 touch
\nchill fingers
\nagainst the face, drift
\nonto grey-green sea
\nand vanish \u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026 a shag arrows
\nacross the harbour, straight
\ninto the southerly blast:
\nliving, dying,
\nbeing here …<\/p>\n

.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The backyard, too ...<\/p><\/div>\n

(c) Helen Lowe<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

This is an old poem, first written when I lived at Portobello, on Otago Peninsular—but reworked yesterday because we, like much of the country, were in snow country. And here’s some photos, too …<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

To read the featured poem on the Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets around the world, click here<\/strong><\/a> or on the Quill<\/strong> icon<\/strong> in the sidebar.<\/p>\n

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... and blown into the verandah<\/p><\/div>\n

—<\/p>\n

And this month\u2019s \u201d \u2026 on Anything, Really\u201d<\/em><\/strong> feature<\/strong> is \u201cFun With Thornspell.\u201d You can find out more here<\/strong><\/a> and here<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Being in snow country, grey sky pressing in as the flakes swirl \u2013 touch chill fingers against the face, drift onto grey-green sea and vanish \u2026 \u2026 a shag arrows across the harbour, straight into the southerly blast: living, dying, being here … . (c) Helen Lowe — This is an old poem, first written […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7489","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7489"}],"version-history":[{"count":24,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7512,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7489\/revisions\/7512"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}