snowflakes fell all the dark day
all the dark night
one more flake
two at a time
three, four, fourteen, forty
woodpecker in the forest
keeping rhythm to my work
passing under the tree
snow falls on my head
like chicken little
doing a snow plant
the shovel lovingly thrown in the garage
until the next deluge
for joy
rain falls
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bugs awake from sleep
woodpecker drums in the forest
weary shovels keep time
Jenn, you capture the essence of snow in a very Canadian way. Thanks.
ReplyDeletehow wonderful! I have missed the poet in you up to now. Poetry is very much part of my life too, but I don't have the words myself. Perhaps that is something I could learn in the new year, trust in my own words.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year in wonderful, snowy, Muskoka!