Snow In the Bible Belt
Serendipitous trippy flakes, when it snows in Georgia;
forecast bleak, cancelled week - not a dent in Minnesota,
but here in the bible belt angels shake their fists
full of gentle flurries. They surround the stately trees
and remind the pines of Christmas past -
January’s our month to shine. Blizzard? White out?
Banks of snow? of course not! This is the South - we lack plows.
We might hazard a walk down the street, the lovely white coat
of fresh paint under feet, but for yours truly, I need deer’s feet
to climb down and up my hill - balding boots will not do.
Flurries a little fuller, twirling, dancing, romancing. Precious
these times - even a robin’s adorned in an imitation
white mink coat, lilting hallelujahs on this holy morning.
1/16/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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