Best Lifesnow Poems
DEATH OF THE SNOW HEAPS
Like full-bodied youngsters they ruled the street
For a while - rude, unchallenged strength sweet;
Their short life - immaculate seeming.
Hard heartless shells - cold, gleaming.
Now skin shrinks to a nothing-life-span,
Revealing cigarette ends, rusty beer can,
Chewing gum, mud-and-dirt: a midden -
Lifetime-accumulated and temporarily hidden.
Now, shrunk and cracked like old men’s skin
As they lie and die dissolute and thin,
They will soon be forgotten by all talk
As they bleed water across the sidewalk.
Their pile of dirty secrets will soon be
Exposed in the sun for all to see.
The spotless snow was a perfect concealer.
Death the leveller is also death the revealer.
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NOTE
City snow heaps in the streets, lasting from November to March, become
filled with hidden trash, which is only exposed when the heaps melt in spring.
a young boy playing with his friends
at the top of a snowy hill
(one fashioned from a golf course, which with its deep dives &
cuts made for an exciting & dangerous fight down & around all
of its waves & bends---upon the freshly patted down snow now
covered with a thin layer of ice from the precipitation the
evening before),
gears himself up for his trip down the huge hill---jumping upon
his saucer-sled, one of the best---if you are in any way knowledgeable in
sleds, sledding, and the outside arts of the adirondack
snowy-ness.
i watched, probably, in much the same way as
mr. collins supposedly saw the guy watch another guy
drown, then wrote “in the air tonight” about the whole thing---
but unlike the urban legend concerning phil, this was
real.
as the child spun down the hill with his hair flying back in the
wind
and a large smile on his face,
with his hands gripped to the sides of the saucer
(no doubt exactly as the instructions said when his parents purchased it for the boy),
my own eyes followed his flight and zoomed ahead of him
as my visual, given the distance, could make out
where it was
that he was going to end up---
and there it was,
plain as day,
a humongous ball of rolled up snow
(far greater than the child’s size at least four times over) & it was
covered in what seemed to be from far away,
a hard layer of ice.
i could only imagine how thick the ice was
up close & personal.
& even though i was a teenager
i felt deep down in my sarcastic, sardonic, &
fed up heart,
that this boy was about to come upon a great bit of
pain---
and there wasn’t a thing i could do about it.
his eyes wide with horror &
the inability to stop his sled,
only occurred for but a split
second,
because directly thereafter
his head split on the large iceball
and blood spat a bright red
all over the new snow &
ice.
children from all over the hill, who
had been happily sledding & playing in the
snow,
began to scream, cry, and run to their
parents.
The jogging group just ran by
Donned in hat, scarf and glove.
Patches of snow still on the ground lie
Sent from the skies above
But it doesn't diminish the jogger's love.
They're laughing and chatting on the way
Enjoying fresh air and clear skies.
It isn't supposed to snow today
So today's run is their prize.
Let's hope the weatherman's wise.
They give me hope that spring is near
Though they're bundled up warm and snug.
At least thirty joggers have passed by here
While I watch from inside with my coffee mug
As warm as a bug in a rug.
I should feel guilty I suppose
That I'm not out there jogging too
But this cold air affects my nose
And makes my lips turn blue
So I'll just wait for the snow to shoo!
The blizzard was at its peak;
Snow drifts all covered the street;
Our blazing fireplace provided the heat,
When my full term wife’s water decided to leak.
Our first baby’s time to arrive had come;
Outside visibility was close to none;
About birthing babies I had no clue;
We weren’t sure what we should do.
No one answered our 9-1-1 phone calls;
The Lamaze breathing we tried to recall,
As outside the snow continued to fall ;
This miraculous event was being no fun at all.
I pounded on my neighbor’s door,
Then we ran and got five neighbors more;
One had a snow mobile we drove down the street,
To the highway with hopes a plow driver we'd meet.
We waved down a city snow plow,
Who made it up our street some how;
In his cab my wife and I rode,
As I coached her how to pant and blow.
She was crowning as we finally arrived;
The doctors rushed her quickly inside;
I thanked the driver of that truck called Snow Wizard,
And that’s how my daughter acquired the name Blizzard.
I see snow falling on the ground
I See snow falling all around
I see houses covered in snow
I see Cars Covered in snow
I even see birds with snow on them!
I see a small timber wolf ready to pounce on its prey
I also see the prey about to jump in its hiding spot
Poor timber wolf maybe next time tho
will he get some food
i love winter
the snow so bright
i love the northern lights
It helps me sleep every night
Listen!...Hear the howling icy wind
Old man with white hair and beard
You with water, melted snow trickling
Down your side coursing to the lake
How high are you? Reaching the heavens
Such a strong tower, protector of game
People can run to you strong Rock
Clouds boil over your white hair and beard
Possible new snow will come from above
Coating your hair and beard with new white
That provides the stream with water come spring
Stream that forms the cool, clear water of that River
Taking hold of this very instant, filled with its tears and joys of the here and now....
Placing them all within snow globes, to preserve their wonders and their lives
Upon the shelves of these times, wherein they lived, loved and.dreamed
To glance upon them all someday, winding the key, unto their musical notes
That they may shine once again, these reflections, if even but for a moment
Snowflakes floating, as they twirl within the waters, to disappear upon the ground
Beneath the piles and the mounds, of the days of their lives, their, once upon a times....
A vague silhouette of images, within this thickened glass
As you peer up closely, and somehow smile about their past?
Knowing as a breeze these memories, they passed, like a daffodil within the waters
Gently drifting away, within the currents, of the everflowing tide
While you watched intently, amazingly, these ghost, of soon to be days gone by....
Understanding as you bowed, thinking, maybe you'll see them again somehow?
Inside of these crystals, as you turn to walk away, unto, another day....
Inhaling deeply, and sighing slightly, within this here and nows, breath
As you slow down your pace, to absorb, and to take them all in
To gather their eyes, within your soul again, should the sun not rise, tomorrow?
Playing these musical melodies, to be placed into snow globes, someday, frosted
Standing at the rivers edge, beholding, these flowers that grow
To gather them within hand, a hope, a wish, a goal, to create this bouquet....
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