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Blizzard 2021

By John I. Blair

Swirling in great gusts
Snow smothers the night
Around my fragile home,
Curling high on steps,
Shrubs, potted plants.

Cold and wind,
Wind and cold;
Muffled nature everywhere
Save only moaning air
And hiss of frozen water.

I huddle behind panes
Of insulated glass,
Hoping I can feed
The shivering birds and beasts
Who’ve crept to shelter,

Praying I can feed myself
And keep my old bones warm
In this primeval dream
Of ages past when giant sloths
And woolly mammoths roamed.

©2021 John I. Blair, 2/26/2021

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