Blizzard (Poetry)

Bursting from darkness the white flakes came falling
like the angels were shedding their fine winter coats
shaking out massive wings somewhere high on the mountain
a raw northern wind howling deep from their throats.

Flakes swirled in the gutters and gathered on rooftops
smothering streets, slowly burying fields
the landscape embalmed in a smooth sterile ground sheet
as Death’s disappearing act slickly concealed ...

Fierce the wind’s conjuring — keeping time frozen
trees leaned their thin silhouettes tricked out in white
the flakes whirled and eddied like there was no stopping them —
a torrent of feathers in dizzying flight.