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. …………………………………………………………………………………………… 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.