Friday, January 22, 2016

Blizzard in Mid-Winter

falling and flailing
bright flakes of ice-light
sabre the air.

the wind-whip  whistles
in leaf-lorn twigs.

beasts flee,  slink or scamper,
seeking any hovel or hole.

side-slanting downstreams  as the wind shifts;
upgusting snowblows  from the snow-drifts.

the slate-gray day
darkens with descent of dusk;
all bleaches to a blur --
blate white, bleak black.

[Note:  To appreciate the structure of this poem,
you need to know  that it is stress-timed,
not syllable-timed --
in accordance with the tastes
of our Saxon ancestors. ]

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