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

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Edited October 12, 2013

Blowing, Drifting – v3

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/10/blowing-drifting-v3.html

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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