Snow Time
THE SNOWS OF HOME
winter’s old familiar call as the snows of home blow over all
Snow: In big soft flakes melting on my tongue
Snow: Dressing the naked trees in glittering lace
Snow: blanketing the sleepingfields
Snow: shining pristine white in the pale sunlight
Snow: Crunching like sugar cubes beneath my feet
Snow: Blowing powdery on the ski slopes
Snow: Soggy and salty on the slushy streets
Snow: slowly dissolving as spring’s green rays pass briefly by
Snow: Forgotten in the hazy days of summer
Snow: Just a hint of it in the swirling fall
Snow :Returning to the land where it belongs as Canada once more becomes a snowy-wonderland.
William Bedford
