Below is the poem entitled Unconscious which was written by poet
Brigham . Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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unconscious he lies
near playground laden with snow
struck by fallen branch
The first blizzard of the season lasted a day and a half! Snow is piled up three feet high and schools and offices are closed. The power lines are down due to high winds and ice- not unusual here on the east coast this time of year. Snow drifts hug the window panes and tiny faces peer through, eager to go outdoors. They're excited to see the first major snow fall. All they see is the beauty. They could not know how deceptive it is. I, along with the neighbors spend the afternoon cleaning cars; clearing walkways of snow and ice, along with fallen branches. Later the kids bring out their sleds which they’d already taken out of storage and loud screeching and laughter ensue. I'm keeping busy helping to build snowmen and dodging snowballs then slowly, my anxiety begins to fade like the high winds that deposit these fantasy gardens. However, that was only temporary. Time for a while seems to past swiftly for me; still,Jim hasn’t returned home nor has he called. Calls to his cell phone are unanswered. No one has heard from him. Friends suggest he must be taking the back roads. They head out to search, while I can do is pace, make hot chocolate and call to hospitals