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The Language Of Snow<\/strong><\/p>\n The next morning <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Bobbi Sinha-Morey<\/strong> is a reviewer for the online magazine Specusphere<\/em> and a poet. Her credits include Bellowing Ark, Pirene’s Fountain, <\/em>and The Penwood Review, <\/em>among others. Her latest book of poetry, Rain Song, <\/em>is available at www.writewordsinc.com<\/a> .<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Language Of Snow The next morning over the frozen world I see the snow, its faint, peaceful breaths outside and in the pale light the hidden sun holds back, I saw a crow shaking snow off its feathers on top a telephone pole. There is something joyous in his elegy before he […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4245"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4248,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4245\/revisions\/4248"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nover the frozen world
\nI see the snow, its faint,
\npeaceful breaths outside
\nand in the pale light the
\nhidden sun holds back,
\nI saw a crow shaking
\nsnow off its feathers on
\ntop a telephone pole.
\nThere is something
\njoyous in his elegy
\nbefore he leaves
\nand the air is so still
\nnothing moves the
\nicicles hanging from
\nbranches, coating the
\nleaves as if earth’s
\nappeal reached heaven.
\nThe invisible lives of
\nflowers are pillowed
\nin their home, and I
\nlong to hold one of
\nthem in the shell of
\nmy hand. I listen to the
\ncovert language of
\nwinter cloaked in its
\nsleep.<\/p>\n