Caroline Misner

First Snow

The old town buzzes and people swarm
to finger the treasures offered 
from pushcart stalls,
the golden apples and lumpy pears.
Nothing has changed in a hundred years.

The workmen in the clock tower rattle
the neighbourhood with their tools;
the wind blows in 
like a hornet and scours the air.
Nothing has changed in a hundred years.

It flogs the dead leaves and billows
the old women’s coats and scarves;
they clutch their hats
and turn away to mumble prayers.
Nothing has changed in a hundred years.

A man in black leather whizzes by
on a motorcycle, dodging distraction;
beneath his visor flaps
the grey bushy rag of his beard.
Nothing has changed in a hundred years.

A single crystal flutters down and plucks
the strings of the wind like a harp,
brittle as steel
and cold as a witch’s tears.
Nothing has changed in a hundred years.


Greetings one and all and welcome to my brand new website!  Please bear with me  portraitI work on filling its pages with news and musings. Being technologically challenged, it may take a while to work out some of the glitches and I hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.  In the meantime, please feel free to browse through the archives and have a look at some of my work.  I've been writing poetry ever since I could remember and I've decided to include a section of Juvenilia in the archives.  Most of the poems listed there were written in my early teens and many of them are just plain awful!  But a few gems do stand out and I hope you enjoy them.  Also, if you would like to know more about me and the work I do, please feel free to click on "About".  There I have posted a brief biography of myself.  I'm not trying to be falsely modest, but I really loathe bragging about myself.  I feel an author's work should stand on its own merits and where an author was born or where she lives or what she eats for breakfast are completely irrelevant.

I would also be remiss if I didn't included a big Thank You! to my oldest son, Kevin, who with a friend designed this website for me and programmed it so that even I could manage it.  And another big Thank You! goes to my dear father Jan Kurz, who was in on it the whole time and provided the stunning photography behind the text of the daily poem.  And another big Thank You! goes out to all the editors, publishers and fellow writers who have supported me and my work over the years and gave me a chance when I needed it, including a Journey Prize nomination and two Pushcart Prize nominations!

"...And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt."
--Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)