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 © | Year Posted 2011

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Devonshire Avatar
January 18, 2011 at 1:08 PM
Love your use of rhyme here to describe the way wind takes on an appearance when it snows. Same can be true for rain or trees that bend in a hurricane. Well done, Syd! Love, Carolyn
Babcock Avatar
January 18, 2011 at 8:48 AM
Nature is wonderful and think of all we cannot see. Enjoyed your write this morning. God Bless Phyl
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