As we enter December and winter approaches, I thought it fitting to revisit Alvin Aubert's nature poem If Winter Comes Can Spring Be Far Behind?
Center yourself and take a deep breath. Let's read.
If Winter Comes Can Spring Be Far Behind?
in memory of western new york
By Alvin Aubert
one could say, simply, everything,
everywhere, is white. but that
would strain the point.
one might just as well declare
affirmative action. instead,
one observes only, that, there are
snow banks still that, despite
the negligible precipitation, of
recent weeks, continue to grow,
mounting their stark precipices,
in the mind. mountains, and where
we are allowed to move at all
(one avoids saying "cliffs"), walls
of snow. deep white alleyways,
archeological in their alternate,
street plough shared layers of
dark and light dark and light,
of virginal snow and interim grime.
of solidifying all, the cold,
all movement whitely predetermined
and spring's inevitable advent
of minimal consolation.
"Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry"
Edited by Camille Dungy