Brought Back to the Blizzard
To be
In this place again
This field stricken with new-fallen
White sky falling customarily
In its flat crystalline hiss
Whispering
Dead leaves
So
This place again
Dead weeds bent
By below zero gale
Like flying glass
Pierces my jacket
My ribcage
My heart
Cold
Hard place this
Miles from home
The storm gaining strength
Its ghost-roar exhaling
A fury of shards
Like venom
Here
There seems
Only one solution
Hands in pockets
Narrow my eyes
Collar turned up
Walk and breathe
Breathe and walk
Until I am home
In motion
Through the snowstorm
I am glad because
I choose to stop
Wondering why
And simply choose
To be
Comments
Wow, took me back to winter, i even felt a chill. nice.
I truly love winter wonderland, there is something so magical about snow. But it also has its cons of course. Lovely poem.
This was a great Hub. Loved your photos. I used to live in snow country but now in sunny Florida, and I really don't miss the snow.
Enjoyed this poem. I miss the snow so much. As a child I lived in Alaska, Canada And Germany. Loved walking in the snow and hearing the crunchy sound with each step. Thanks for taking me back to some wonderful memories!
Burr, Winter wonderland is beautiful to look at, but walking against the wind can't be any fun. Enjoyed your poem..Happy Spring has arrived....
- Author
This is actually my 5th poem on my way to completing 30 poems in 30 days as part of NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month which runs concurrently with National Poetry Month in the United States.
The poem is actually about a vision I had in meditation, but I am enjoying so much that readers are being taken back to memories of snow. I love snow, too, and missed having it this year since we had such a mild winter here in Massachusetts. I did not miss shoveling, however :)
Great hub and photos.
We had the promise of snow but nothing yet,although there has been some in England and Scotland. I loved this one;take care and enjoy your Easter weekend.
Eddy.
- Author
Thanks, Eddy! Happy holiday to you, too. :)
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