Tagged: blizzard
when the forecast hits
when the forecast hits
possibly snow,
you and i always
return to the Great Blizzard
of Ninety-Three, how
we made do with what we had –
two digging shovels with the
pointed ends, some southern
summer gardening
gloves, and
sinks and tubs stopped
up with hot water
for the tender
soaking in between
.
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a fracture of a
a fracture of a
breath away – the thought of you
and the winter storm
.
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somewhere in Lansing,
four a.m., and doubt
four a.m. and doubt
swings on the
hinge between
wavering
commitments:
to sleep,
to wake,
to waste not
another minute
on an imaginable
snow day
.
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and just
and just
overnight, three-
quarters of the
moon had
fallen, carefully
color-filtering
the streets, adding
a silvery
spine
to each
weary tree
.
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on Friday morning
on Friday morning
the mailbox on the
corner held on to
our most
private
expectations
insulated beneath
a fresh coat of snow
.
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no amount of ice, sleet,
no amount of ice, sleet,
snow, nor rain
could bring you
down the rabbit
hole as effortlessly
as a box of
sweets with a
candle for luck
.
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when new
when new
snow turns into
old snow, we all wait
on the curb the same
way, toeing
gravity, coveting
another’s sturdy
footprints, waffling
between a full
leap and a very
slight spring
.
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at the first drop of
at the first drop of
the coming blizzard, we
dug deeply into our
comforters, took
cover, drew
warmth from
long, expectant
breaths –
before the first drop
reached us, they
dug deeply into their
battle boots, stepped
out, drew
determination from
the grey,
weighty sky
.
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after all that
after all that
lollygagging, Winter
finally decided
to get the ball
rolling, throwing
a mean hook shot
with minimal spin
.
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