Saturday, December 20, 2008

A Winter Day

Power lines blown down,
People sit by fire talking
-one snow storm blessing.

Copyright 2008

Polar Desert
by Edward S. Gault

White roofs.
The trees,
Their limbs burdened with snow,
Sag to the ground.

The train tracks
Stretch across the frozen ground
Toward the horizon,
Then vanish-

Snow gusts.
The pond
Covered with a thick sheet of ice,
Is like a sanctuary
For all life beneath -
quiet reigns.
Like arrows,
Icicles hanging from the wires
Point the way.
The sun triumphs,

Snow glistens.


One Single Impression: A Winter Day


spacedlaw said...

Some blessing found in such a disaster indeed.

SandyCarlson said...

I am thinking with pleasure of the icicles as the first objects to begin melting after the sun comes up after a storm. And how those drips disturb the peace!

barbs.haiku said...

One of my favorite times spent together as a family was when the the Black Out 1965 happened. Of course, I was a child and not one of the people stranded in subways or elevators... What I remember about it was that my entire family gathered into one room, 3 generations, having real conversations together.

Deborah Godin said...

This feels so immediate, I can almost hear the icicles pop!

Sue said...

the longer poem has such beautiful images, really evoking pictures in my mind. But I especially like the first little verse, because it is a blessing to take away the distractions that electricity brings!

anthonynorth said...

So image laden. Takes you there.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Loved the former especially

Raven said...

Both wonderful. You remind us of rich blessing in a difficult experience... And your second is so rich in image and texture. Lovely.

Kathiesbirds said...

Love the sweetness of the haiku.

Joyce said...

I really enjoyed the one about people sitting by the fire talking. :)

Pam said...

The blessing of community and just talking seems to be so rare today. Why does it take something big just to get us together?

Tumblewords: said...

Thoughtful words - beautiful images - perfect combination...

qualcosa di bello said...

on your first one...why does it take such a big thing to get us back to that which is really & truly important?? off to build a fire now...

Jim said...

Hi Edward, these are nice, I like the first the better. Through our section of the U.S. our railroad tracks are now gone to make more room for the eighteen wheelers.
I like to be where there are trains and train tracks.

I finally got around to finising a little 'ditty' poem about a winter day. It also has sitting by the fire but with a different kind of blessing.