Snowstorm
SNOWSTORM
Now the wind’s invisible hand
Can be seen across the land
With finger, arm and wrist
She’ll grasp and she’ll twist
The airborne masses swirled -
Those princes of the icy world -
And wrestle them to the ground,
Piled in a graceless mound
Together, where they huddle
And give up the struggle -
Pale, white, lily-livered -
From the sky-battle finally delivered,
Surrendering their white flag,
Cowardly white feathers sag.
Their invisible foe now laughing and shrieking
In the trees at the mayhem she’s been wreaking.
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Note: Today in a snowstorm, it suddenly struck me that I could “see” the
normally invisible wind, by the movement of snowflakes. Sometimes
the obvious is amazing to me.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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