One Potato Review

From policeman to postman to children (to rabbits!), this is a snowfall as community event. There’s poetry here between the accumulation – “softly, gently in the secret night” – and also the disappearance, winter yielding to spring, with its crocuses and inevitable robins. This may seem old-fashioned in its ambitions and perceptions of small town life, still it’s no less timeless for being predictable.