Saturday, November 09, 2013

Blowing, Drifting – v5

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, my childhood
when this would be just for fun
a fort or just to toss in the air
watching the snow fall as the wind willed it

our yard now a sea of dunes of snow, ridges,
ready to become fortresses, encampments,
white sand, with waves, furrows, crests
and valleys of blowing, drifting powder
the changing beach of our lawn


Edited November 9, 2013
Blowing, Drifting – v5
Edited October 22, 2013
Blowing, Drifting – v4
Edited October 12, 2013
Blowing, Drifting – v3
Edited October 6, 2013
Blowing, Drifting – v2
January 1, 2009
Blowing, Drifting

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