For My Brother 3 February 2016


A Blizzard Poem…

Two hundred or more ice-crystals form one incredible flake

surrounding a tiny speck of dust driven to the clouds by the wind.

So beautiful and shiny when they begin to fall;

our faces turn up, tongues out, to catch the cold sweetness


It turns heavier then, winds whipping-IMG_0533

churning icy crystals to sting and drift.

The winter of 1880-seven months of blizzard-

tunneling to livestock, wood, and water,

the snow just kept coming

October until April-living on whatever could be found.


IMG_0534There was no warning system, no up-to-date weather App.

Days started warm and fair,

blizzards snuck in like conquering armies-

no arrows gave warning, no Highland cries or buglers.

Just a whisper of a breeze

before the steel grey clouds consumed the sun,

and everything turned to biting snow, bitter cold, a battle to survive.


About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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