In the jaws of a blizzard
as the wind roars its warning
the clouds that have long been forming
now unleash in full the white barrage
only hinted at by the peaceful flurries of the afternoon
All too soon the storm has turned
from it's path along the shoreline
as the buoys tried to keep time
with lighthouses swathed in the blanket
unfurling and swirling like towels on a clothesline
along and past the sand
To barely see your hand before you
as the snow slants sideways past your face
any traces of your footsteps,
gone in a blink of the eye, quickly erased
This is winter at its worst,
this is why it has been cursed for centuries
Tomorrow, in the stillness and the light
we will revel and play with childlike delight
but not tonight...
(written 12-26-10)
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