This is the first poem I recall ever reading, as a child. I was sitting in my fourth grade classroom, daydreaming (as usual), and bored. I often skipped ahead in the textbook, getting engrossed in stories other than what I was supposed to be reading. The elementary literature books were the only textbooks that I found even remotely interesting as far as school was concerned (other than art and music lol). While flipping through the pages, I happened upon this poem. I remember nothing else about that day, except for that moment. It was cold out (it may or may not have been snowing), and for some odd reason, this poem about snow in cold dark woods made me feel warm inside... it comforted me. Like a warm blanket. I could never truly explain why I liked this poem so much. As a child, I was more of an intuitive, emotional being... but as an adult, I often find that not understanding the "why" of something, drives me batty. Lol!
Tonight (or rather this morning, since it is currently 2:48 am, EST), the poem called to my heart as it has numerous times over the course of my life. So, I looked up the "style / type" of the poem. Again, indirectly this inspiration to research a bit, came from a recent tag by @whiskeyandpens
for a villanelle poem (a different type than this one, of course), the style of which I also love. And lo, and behold - it's the "rhythm" of the poem that appeals to my "inner ear" (metaphorically speaking). Rhythm and rhyme. For me, this is a perfect poem. Simple, yet complex. As the last line on the last of this series of photos I'm posting here stated: It is a *multi-dimensional* poem. Seemingly simple on the surface... but with much depth. There is more to this poem, than just the story. And the story means something different to each individual person who reads it (assuming it touches them as it has touched me). 🙏💜🕯📘📝✌️❣️