First Snow by Mary Olover

I decided to read this poetry because of this title.
I prefer to watch snowing from window.
In this poem, the atmosphere of snowing is descrived very tranqually and gentle words.

I was impressed by the phrases of

"The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere"

and

"the silence
is immence,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles; nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from."

In first phrase, it gave me good sense of imargination of snowing.
Also the word "rhetoric" is beautiful to represent mysterious snowing sight.

In second one, without the word "silence", I could hear the serenity night after snowing.

Through the whole this poet, I had have a transparent world.