I took a break from novel revision to write a poem. It's a true story.
Spring Snowstorm
I walk into the snowstorm
Welcome the cold sting
Of windblown snowflakes
As the Arctic bleeds
Over the land
The misplaced storm
Returns to me
Invigorating winter
Unmistakably
Fully
Alive
My eyes are misty
Tears for Mother Earth
I mourn loss of sea ice
Deep sadness fills my boots
I sit against a tree
Where snowflakes tickle my face
I am grateful
For its strength
Today
This blog is a window to my writing process and the things that are important to me. It is also a work in progress.