coming into the snow over Pittsburgh

What I find remarkable about this poem is its fullness and depth conveyed by precise and salient language stripped down to essentials. It is moving without being sentimental which is a great achievement.

It is full of clipped, concise detail which augments the little negatives that predominate: "the cold/that wasn't", "every step hurt". It has that bleak continuation, that sense of "life goes on" despite personal loss and tragedy; but there's also that pause, that sense of being lost in the 

vast elemental indifference of the wider universe. This is what that white ""whirlwind" suggests at the end. This is a quality poem, finely crafted and deeply true at all levels. Rgds.,Alan.