Hi, Susan—
Very well-crafted. Poetry certainly seems like a futile and unavailing activity to anyone who is not a lover of poetry. It is not a highway to fame for most poets, nor a turnpike to riches. But it is a commitment to beauty and a sacrifice laid on the altar of Truth.
I agree with Hilary about “Oblivion is Time’s daughter.” It seems a little out of focus with the rest of the piece. How about using that space to offer a justification for the seemingly absurd action of planting doomed seedlings in snow? Maybe something like
Yet still you plant. Not being is worse than slaughter.
Glenn
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