Thunder snow

It seemed an appropriate time to repost this, from 3 years ago.

exiles child

The clouds thickened and cracked the planks of heaven
Heaved overboard their burden
And crushed the green and brown spring in pale dunes

Robins puffed to pigeon size
Buds disappeared beneath white-laced wings
Of earth-shackled trees

No one about but Cossack girls
With speckled jeans and high boots
Pulled along on bright orange leashes

Their dogs resolute and patient
Sniffing remnants of bygone colleagues
And sprinkling messages in the snow

Long ago such snow shrouded mysteries
What was it I imagined?
All of life and death I suppose

All of longing all of waiting
All smothered ambivalence
All new and green erupting from stagnation

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One thought on “Thunder snow

  1. No one about but Cossack girls
    With speckled jeans and high boots
    Pulled along on bright orange leashes

    I dig those Cossack girls.
    As long as they don’t defile my sanctuary or execute my loved ones…
    Or try to impose Marxism/Leninism on my sorry plebeian ass…

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