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.
Copyright©2007
One Single Impression: A Winter Day
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Some blessing found in such a disaster indeed.
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!
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.
This feels so immediate, I can almost hear the icicles pop!
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!
So image laden. Takes you there.
Loved the former especially
Both wonderful. You remind us of rich blessing in a difficult experience... And your second is so rich in image and texture. Lovely.
Love the sweetness of the haiku.
I really enjoyed the one about people sitting by the fire talking. :)
The blessing of community and just talking seems to be so rare today. Why does it take something big just to get us together?
Thoughtful words - beautiful images - perfect combination...
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...
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.
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