15th January, Montreal finally white.
Snow storm is an oxymoron
One is subtle and quiet
The other raging and thunderous
Together, the snow floats (or pours) down
In heavy washes of tiny drifting specks,
Building white, wind-swept dunes
This used to be a city with gutters
But the scattererd spatterings of silty white
Amass to envelop and elide
The distinction between road and path
So that cars slow to a stroll so unlike autumn’s rush
It silences the sounds, the steps,
Each stride only deepens and imprints the soft
Snowy coat upon the pavement, upon the streets
And it keeps piling, turning the once-green once-red brown hills white.
Read usydgroup mail recently?
*hint*
Comment by leach — 22 January, 2007 @ 4:56 pm
i am a giant inbox awaiting your words of niceness.
Comment by taysha — 25 January, 2007 @ 6:57 am