Winter Storm

The wind roars like a lion
As a sheet of snow, blows on by
Dusting of white sticks to windows
The weighed down bushes tip over
Outside, there is a brewing war
I walk, bting wind on my face,
By the snowbanks climbing higher
I hear loud scraping of plows
The tree branches crack like gunshots
Suddenly, blinded by white-out
All the animals have hidden
Parked cars are buried, pillowed mounds
No time to keep up with shoveling
The storm is whipping nature
Then it slows, miraculous ways
Change tames wind all around
Smoke now seen from.the tall chimneys
Light breaks through and the war is won

12/26/22

Entry for the winter storm contest. Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Peck Avatar
December 30, 2022 at 4:10 PM
Were you in the recent snow storm? It must have been terrible. Your poem is surely a winner. You describe a blizzard so perfectly. Best of luck! stay warm!
Sands Avatar
December 30, 2022 at 6:05 PM
Yes, we had a bad snow storm. In fact , thousands in New England are still out of power. Thank your for your comments and encouragement :)
Pandit Avatar
December 28, 2022 at 4:04 AM
Reading your poem brought forth the images of the recent storm we experienced. Great details of frigid weather your write conveys. Best to you, Heidi.
Sands Avatar
December 28, 2022 at 6:15 AM
Yes Vijay. That is what the recent storm was like. Thank you very much :)
Bangalee Avatar
December 27, 2022 at 9:12 PM
winter with rain bar/ displaying the coolness jar / biting cold warns here////
Sands Avatar
December 28, 2022 at 6:15 AM
Thank you:)
Wolf Avatar
December 27, 2022 at 8:09 PM
Majestic lines, Heidi... So, why do I long for Spring?! lol. (Not even January yet).
Sands Avatar
December 27, 2022 at 8:28 PM
Thank you Gershon. I appreciate the beautiful views from the hill where I live this time of year, but I do love Spring. (But not the bugs, ticks and also caterpillar invasion last spring lol :)
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