Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Strikes Me Funny: snow-felt prose

["I heard its thud"]

Cold-hearted snow
landed this morning early
while I was abed,
ears covered warmly.

   I heard its thud,
   like a hammer hitting a sore toe.
   I heard a neighbour scream
   as he started to shovel snow.

No matter the snow, I thought.
I'll dream of where it's not.

["I'm heading to Halifax. Not a speck of snow!" June, 2010]

"pass the beans and weenies!"

Photos GH

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