is a meadow
after a snowfall
that a poem
hopes to cross
I like that this poem takes the average idea of a blank page and what we think of it. It takes the idea that a blank page can be whatever we want it to be and almost enters another dimension with it, by saying that it’s “a meadow after a snowfall that a poem hopes to cross” which takes the idea that a blank page can be anything you want and saying that people aim to do that with a poem, a fresh start and blank slate for anything whether that may be thoughts or observations for the human mind to wander.
Sassy Succulents 