A Native Winter
Nature's matriarch has dealt a harsh blow
the natives struggle to survive
their daily lives disrupted
returned overnight to the past
living as their ancestors did
the warm fog of their breath
quickly dissipates in the frigid air
doing battle against the cold
some are defeated, overcome by the mist
they go peacefully in the night
each morning the icy land emerges slowly
cold, darkened hearths await the light
one that takes many days to arrive
the only heat comes from
the waxy flames that warm their numbed fingertips
daily they wait
eeking out an existence
waiting for their world to reawaken
from it's winter slumber.
dedicated to those individuals who lost their lives in the ice laden storm that
ripped through the country January 2007
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