March is so fickle and uncommitted.  I wrote this a couple of years ago and it most certainly applies to our midwestern week.

Twilight cold
Sifting snow
Sifting snow.

Blizzard wind
Singing pines
Sifting snow in the
Twilight cold

Crested drifts
Shifting snow
Blizzard wind in the
Twilight cold

Quiet twilight
Cold wind blowing
Blizzard singing in the
Sifting cold

We shoveled snow all day and I wondered how we will do it when we’re eighty.
Eighty is not old unless you’re shoveling snow.  Last night I went for a walk in the
blizzard over to the river.  All I could hear was the wind until I came to the pine trees.
They made a beautiful musical tone.  I’d never heard it before.  The snow was “sifting”
off of the rooftops.  It was very beautiful.  I’m glad I walked.

About Mary Herbert

I am a gentle listener, a woman of few words. My journey through life has been a spiritual one, as well as a physical one. My daughter, Katie, and I thought it would be interesting to combine some of our giftings/talents in a blog and see what happens. Let us know what you think!

2 thoughts on “Blizzard

  1. Nice idea… appreciate sights and sounds of white stuff blizzarding around, slapping your face. That’s my poem for the day…sick of winter!


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