Blowing, Drifting – v3

The snow, blowing, drifting

stinging my face, the swirls

bringing my throw, shovelful,

back at me, boomerang

filling my beard, my scarf

laughing, smiling to myself

of earlier days, long ago

when this would be for fun

a fort or just to toss in the air

watching the snow fall as the wind willed it

the yard now dunes of snow, ridges,

white sand, with waves, furrows

of blowing, drifting powder

the changing beach of my lawn

Edited October 12, 2013

Blowing, Drifting – v3

Edited October 6, 2013

Blowing, Drifting – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/10/blowing-drifting-v2.html

January 1, 2009

Blowing, Drifting

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2009/01/blowing-drifting.html

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