Blizzard

start out on foot.
the snow’s too thick to drive.
leaving footprints on the walk,
I watch the pigeons as they dive
from wires hanging overhead,
suspended from a sky of lead.

I pass the brave ones bearing sleds.
stinging pink and snow-kissed cheeks.
cover up the mouth and nose,
we’re all becoming Eskimos.

down, down the hill through whipping wind.
giggle whirlwind going down.
then…heavy silent sky above;
muffled sounds on powdered ground.
frosty fingers, frosty toes.
we’re all becoming Eskimos.

originally written on Feb 9, 2013

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5 thoughts on “Blizzard

  1. I love this!!!! Do you think maybe a verse about coffee in the poem would be OK!!! Take Care and God Bless πŸ™‚ Kenny T

  2. Really love this, it has a real exliheration at its heart and is so artfully created! πŸ™‚

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