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I Become a Blizzard

by Lacy D Phillips

I am not inspired by bare trees and frosted window panes.
The spittle of frozen rain is beautiful only for its slight music.
(One of the many blessing of a tin roof and nights alone.)
I close my eyes to its uneven staccato tones...
and become, instead, a blizzard.
In my dreams, the skies gift blinding snows.
I come to know what it is to be less an entity
and more an act of God.
I crystallize in mid-flight...
and fall.
I accumulate still greater depths
and collect in the soft hollows of my subconscious.
All sound is swallowed up.
All light hurled back at its source.
I lay and wait for a gusting wind
to whip me into wicked drifts.

You may shelter in my lea,
but do not attempt to navigate
lest you risk the freeze.

02/09/2008

Author's Note: Intended to be the long-awaited second stanza of "A Wintry Mix" but it insisted on being its own entity.

Posted on 02/09/2008
Copyright © 2022 Lacy D Phillips

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/09/08 at 03:45 PM

I love it all - its flow, elegance, and there's something brilliant about these lines "I come to know what it is to be less an entity and more an act of God."

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/09/08 at 07:07 PM

what an awesome concept. i personally despise the winter but love the imagery you've brought here with it. amazing how much like nature we can be when seen through a poet's eyes.

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