Long Snowbanks Poems
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The Weather People say it surely has been
A couple of cold and snowy winter months
I'm not at all pleased with this revelation
Long for the days it was once
Used to wonder if we'd have a green Christmas
Well there sure was no question this year
Would've been a miracle if it turned out green
We had snowbanks up to our ears
Lived in Canada since the day I was born
Should be used to weather up here
It's something we actually never get used to
More than once I've frozen my ears
Why me? Why wasn't I born down in Jamaica
Walk around in shorts all day
Dream on my friend, think of this
Could've lived near Hudson's Bay
© Jack Ellison 2014
Boys carry their snow sleds
up, up
to the highest peak
scaling risk
their voices pitched
chattering noise of expectation
frozen giddiness on snow packed hills
boys belly flop onto plastic sleighs
bubble-headed jauntiness launches them
lunging down, down
bewildering "swish" of speed
smashing white drifts
projectiles scattered
boys tossed in snowbanks like pizza dough spinning
baked together in joy
pushing the balance of extreme
runs repeated
brash, blunt, bold
epic span of freedom
ignoring downfalls from ill timed moves
in a lost sense of direction
gleefully tired
snow flecked
boys wheeze the icy air
make their way home
their talk clotted with bravado
beneath it, the unspoken promise to never tire
of boyhood
in twilight, the slopes gleam
gouged by sled marks
that clear a path for growth
targeted direction
and if boys fall from the path
are there souls
who'll notice?
when ruts threaten
when sleds teeter
in unruly spaces
Poem composed February 2, 2022
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Hearts So Pure
I walk with the sun on my back, following my shadow
Across icy patches, eyes watering, from cold wind as I go
By snowbanks above my head on the sides of the street
Where pavement is shining wet, beneath my feet
Then I turn around, with the sun shining on my face
My shadow follows me, through this beautiful place
My heart beats with strength, as I walk up the long hill
Faith stronger than ever within me, to follow God’s will
To shine in the coldest places that I may forever arrive
To never give up on what I believe, to continue to strive
You can do this too, for we all have a shadow
But without learning from the sun, we wouldn’t know
How to overcome the darkness, we all may endure
The choice to love always reachable, in our hearts so pure!
Heidi Sands
2/17/19
Maradona, ice palace princess was more formidable than we knew
Her reputation was startlingly modest, said the soothsayer, Lou.
She led the dragon brigade in January, stated snowy owl, a friend.
Her army annihilated the enemy, I mean to a devastating end.
Heaven’s pink angel bird messenger warned us of her arrival.
We wondered if we would be able to thrive, or just hope for survival.
Crystal cavern frost monger told us of her daring and dangerous feats.
Some of the stories were so outrageous, I listened to all the repeats.
She is on her way to winter palace, it has a few powdered blue roofs.
It might still have some dents on it from Santa’s reindeer’s hard hoofs.
Maradona rode on a white burly elk by way of Lebrabreeze valley.
She is the kind of ice princess you do not want to find in a dark alley.
The dragons were snarling, growling, and looking for places to hide.
Maradona is dangerous, she kills folk everywhere including outside.
Don’t be fooled by her fabulous rhinestone-like ice crystals and smile.
She has slaughtered many in this country, she has cunning and guile.
Cats and dogs were hiding in snowbanks, covering up with blue snow.
Guardians of Nostradamus society had barely any place to go.
We were frenzied when white elk marched Maradona up the frosty hill.
Glistening snow was silent, ice crystals adding to this January chill.
Diabolical Maradona can give you dreams, from her translucent wings.
Her pearlized crown is amazing, the envy of presidents and kings.
Her wisdom and whimsy whirls in so fast, you are thrown off your feed.
What else in this world would her sentinels, the white wolf dogs need?
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At half past five, when the streetlights blinked on,
Mrs. Henderson patted her pockets—then frowned.
Her favorite scarf, the wool one with ducks,
had vanished between the bus stop and Dunk's.
She retraced her steps past the slurping snowbanks,
peered into gutters half-clogged with ice,
even asked the displeased parking meter attendant,
who shrugged and resumed his existential crisis.
Meanwhile, two blocks down, a very large crow
tugged at something blue in the branches of a spruce.
A jogger slowed, squinted upward, and called,
Hey! That’s not yours!—but the crow was no gracious goose.
It cackled, triumphant, and launched into flight,
scarf trailing like some bizarre kite tail.
Mrs. Henderson, rounding the corner, gasped,
then burst out laughing—what else to do?
The crow dropped it (finally!) near the old diner,
where it landed, quite softly, on a snowman’s neck.
The snowman, indifferent, stared straight ahead.
Mrs. Henderson sighed, tucked it in, stepped back.
Keep it, she murmured. You’ll need it more.
And the scarf stayed put—at least till the thaw.
“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." ~ Anne Bradstreet
Winter’s quick wind slips shadows through my soul,
Risking dawn’s light, leaving a mournful glow.
Deprived winking stars, moon will still console,
Grasping night with promise of graceful flow.
Wintery breath clasps the silent snow’s fall,
Rescuing each flake with cool, frosty thanks.
Gasping at the dance, beauty not so small,
Braving the night, gentling even snowbanks.
Wintertime comes and goes, leaving light trails,
Glistening joys, falling from the night skies,
Racing to meet life with enticing tales,
Memories of sweet love that never dies.
Winter’s easy light glows into the night,
Moving souls to hear its legend so bright.
Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky --
Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds --
Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend
To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges
Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which
Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos
Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their
Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'...
Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers
They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into
Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the
Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears
*Inspired by the Photo
The road but lonely, takes me to a new special place
Lavender skies, with pink cloud reminders of peace
That I may release some things, to shed this tired face
As miles leave behind the fight for conflict to cease
There is not a soul in sight in the empty space ahead
Beyond the piles of frozen snowbanks I pass by
Only troubled thoughts remain from where I fled
Across the miles, beneath the wide promising sky
The snow has touched the trees decorated so fine
The air I breathe is fresh as all the newborn dreams
The middle of the road I travel, is divided by a line
Where the destination I seek, is not as far as it seems
Heidi Sands
2/20/19
I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
Under deep blue skies, in a bright sun’s golden hue
When it caught my eye, flying from the side
A Bald Eagle soared out of trees I passed
Pleasant thoughts traveled with me on my ride
A sight captured in my mind, now to last
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
A Bald Eagle flew out of trees I passed
So grateful for a surprise sight to see
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
A clear elegant flight, welcomed me
My thoughts now lifted to another place
Things we may see next, we do not know
Nothing but a smile was left on my face
We seek answers, yet so much to know
I drove by snowbanks with mountains in view
An eagle caught my eye, star of the show
Under deep blue skies, in sun’s bright golden hue
Heidi Sands
3/9/19
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
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