Aftermath
The sun came out
Three days vanquished by the blizzard
But today it reigned
Bold and bright
Turning the sky turquoise
Making the snow too bright
More than white
I squinted against the glare
Out upon the strange landscape of my yard
Sorting mentally through the mysteries
Where did the woodpile vanish
What was that small bump
Where was the shovel last seen
The dogs in jubilation
Explored the drifts
No sense of trepidation
While turning each pile of snow
Into a game of king of the hill
The cats more timidly
Tried vainly
To left all four feet at once
Then rolled in the powdery stuff
As if all along it had been their goal
To clean their coats
The sun
Despite the temperature
Set out to melt the icicles
Which defied gravity
Precariously clinging to the eaves
In all manner of strange angles
The driveway shoveled
I sat in the studio
Basking in the sun through windows
The radiated warmth chasing the remaining chill
From my rooms and my bones
To long it has been
Since I lingered in a sunspot
Tea and pen
Cats and dogs arrayed
All grateful for today
When the winter sun won
How soon we forget the storm
(c) J. Binford-Bell, January 2008
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This is a wonderful piece; what a relief:
ReplyDeletesome good images:
Making the snow too bright
More than white
Then rolled in the powdery stuff
As if all along it had been their goal
To clean their coats
I can see them!
You must feel so happy to have this behind you! Me too, I was worried. Your poem dos the storm justice.
Sans Souci
San Souci has expressed my thoughts as well. REALLY ENJOYED THE MIND PICTURES! the butler
ReplyDeleteBrilliant reflective verse with great cadence. I really enjoy this and love your style. For some reason I'm remembering Emily Dickinson, but I'm not one to compare, lest it be in a credited class.
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