Since yesterday we saw a strong storm come into town and leave trails of snow drifts everywhere. Our cars are looking like cream puffs on the driveway and I stare at this extension of winter and wonder if the winds from the North will ever let go of their grip over the city.
So I wrote this earlier but it fits the white world we are all looking at.
The Land Lost Its Colors
The land lost all of its colors
to shiver under a tight cover of white
The snow last night got into most crevasses
and filled my night with unremembered dreams.
But at dawn I was rubbing my eyes
and the earth had lost its colors.
Some birds traveled in the gray of the sky
unimpeded by the trails of white
they leave behind and that wraps
around my neck like an invoked
infinite and light crocheted shawl.
My smile is inward
and my song is chanted to no one.
I am thrilled with the sight and
watch, as the earth and sky merge.
Copyright Micheline Brierre 2009