Poetry Challenge 64

Winter Storm Advisory

Today I woke to small fast flakes falling straight down.  Out in the corral, the bottom rail of fence had disappeared under the top surface of the snow, and the wind swirled the falling and the accumulated snow from spruce branches into a gray mist above the impatient backs of the hungry horses.  When Jeter and I went out to feed them, we sank deep in it, fluffy and granular at once.  Out in the driveway, my car sat in snow up to the wheel wells.   Every step I took felt slowed-down and heavy, walking through all that knee-deep snow.  Jeter leapt from spot to spot rather than trying to walk in the stuff.

So, what should have been an ordinary Monday changed into a day spent shoveling snow, pushing it off the side of the driveway with snow scoops, then digging out the car and truck.   By late afternoon, we were done and sprawled out on the couch for a nap.

So, write about how the weather surprised you today–a small detail or an overwhelming one.  Write about the way that surprise changed a day, a moment, a thought.  See if a dog wanders through the poem.

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Here’s a response from Tim, a different take on snow:

 

I Jokes

I imagined that I chose to walk this morning
and found an old friend along the trail.
The frost bit our knuckles
when we each bared a right hand to shake
and ask “how’s the day?”
Snow fell down my collar, when I ducked
a branch so that we could walk side by side,
my breath taken for a moment.
Small things mattered: moose droppings on clean snow,
a weasel darting, angular and quick,
raven like a shade over our heads,
and the jokes we told, each trying
to insult the other: “how’s your wife,
and my kids?” nothing was sacred
except mothers.
For a long time we were loud and alive,
plumes of frosty laughter fogging the trail,
mukluks crunching crystals into hard pack,
pushing and pulling each other into diamond-hard willows
trying to win the day. Then the trail broke
into an open field; we had never walked this path.
Sun reflected off of the dust- soft snow,
so thick you knew it held the sound
of every small noise made in the night;
it was as if the light itself was noise
and the blanket of winter wanted the earth
to continue sleeping. Out of instinct, we tiptoed the periphery,
and told no jokes.

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2 Responses to “Poetry Challenge 64”

  1. Tim Murphrey Says:

    Just checked the page today (after a long time of not) and have a new one (this week) that might fit the prompt…

    I Jokes

    I imagined that I chose to walk this morning
    and found an old friend along the trail.
    The frost bit our knuckles
    when we each bared a right hand to shake
    and ask “how’s the day?”
    Snow fell down my collar, when I ducked
    a branch so that we could walk side by side,
    my breath taken for a moment.
    Small things mattered: moose droppings on clean snow,
    a weasel darting, angular and quick,
    raven like a shade over our heads,
    and the jokes we told, each trying
    to insult the other: “how’s your wife,
    and my kids?” nothing was sacred
    except mothers.
    For a long time we were loud and alive,
    plumes of frosty laughter fogging the trail,
    mukluks crunching crystals into hard pack,
    pushing and pulling each other into diamond-hard willows
    trying to win the day. Then the trail broke
    into an open field; we had never walked this path.
    Sun reflected off of the dust- soft snow,
    so thick you knew it held the sound
    of every small noise made in the night;
    it was as if the light itself was noise
    and the blanket of winter wanted the earth
    to continue sleeping. Out of instinct, we tiptoed the periphery,
    and told no jokes.

  2. mattiespillow Says:

    Thanks, Tim. I’ll add it to the post. Good to see that you’re writing these days!

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