A Snowy Day
It's cold again today.
Skies are gray.
The North wind blowing.
A blanket of snow on the way.
To cover what we had yesterday.
The fence line is furrowed white,
and the tall grass bends beneath the weight,
of each single flake racing to a destiny.
Tomorrow there will be more.
More sleet and then rain.
More cold and more gray.
Another winter day in Oklahoma.
I have a photograph from 1978.
Resplendent in its Polaroid clarity.
A picture of Vincent, John and me.
Building forts of snow in the front yard.
I wore the coat mom and dad bought at Gibson's.
A gift from Christmas, it still smelled new.
The fake fur lined hood framing an 11 year old face.
Wind blasted smiles as we posed.
Now I watch the snow from my window.
Building forts in my mind, and they are still icy.
I drink my coffee and wonder about that kid.
The one in the green coat.
With a freezing smile.
While outside the snow keeps falling,
and the gray gets grayer.
This cold,
it chills my Soul,
and I feel that I will die,
if I do not see a flower soon.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
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Copyright © Trace Baldwin | Year Posted 2016
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