These poems resulted from the author's experience in Lithuania during the winter of 2018, when it snowed on consecutive days for two months. Through the large windows of his hotel room he watched the almost non-stop falling snow. His reflections turned to poetry writing: the changing moods of ""Shovel Snow and Sing"" followed by ""The snow today makes a grim face"" from ""boot tracks now turned brown."" In another poem, he writes: ""I must admit I'm weather bound so far as changes go; I'm cheerful or oft brooding found when sleet has turned to snow."" J. Richard Watson says, ""He walks out careful not to fall, treading in the footsteps of others like the page in 'Good King Wenceslaus, ' bumping his head on a tree branch, watching birds fighting for a scrap of something edible. He finds himself wondering at snowflakes in their beauty and brevity, and appreciates, too, the sparkle of sun on the rooftops, the moonlight on the cobbled streets, and the quiet that falls when snow has kept most people indoors."" These poems cast a spell that takes the reader on a delightful wintry journey of snow moods, dangers, charms, and joys.
Industry Reviews
“What might be a monotonous experience for many is for S T Kimbrough a poetic opportunity. With keen observance and attentiveness, he has written poems exploring his response to daily snowfall outside his window, and to his own inner changes of mood—awestruck, reflective, brooding, longing, hopeful, impatient, sometimes bored. With sharp description of sensory details, with humor, and a practiced ear for classic poetic form, Kimbrough’s book is a gift for any season.”
—Barbara Day Miller, Associate Professor Emerita in the Practice of Liturgy and Music, Candler School of Theology, Emory University
“Pick up S T Kimbrough’s collection of poetry and turn it over. Watch each poem gently settle into a global scene. Each holds its own crystalline shape and sense, and as the volume deepens, we can begin to read the footprints in the snow. This is a spiritual journal of a man bound on a mission for God. Merry or melancholy, heartbroken or hopeful, the poems invite the reader/believer to join in singing, ‘Let it snow.’”
—Heather Murray Elkins, Hannan Professor of Worship and Preaching Emerita, Drew University