Fresh flakes drift
In the sky.
Nothing else stirs. The
Air fills. Flurries
Laden become
Squalls driven by
Nor'easter winds. Blizzard now
Opens its fury. Hope dims
With every gust. No
Survivors.
About the Creator
Mack D. Ames
Tongue-in-cheek humor. Educator & hobbyist writer in Eastern Maine, USA. Mid50s. Emotionally growing. Forgiven. Thankful for my wife, 2 adult sons, and 1 dog. Novel: Lost My Way in the Darkness: Jack's Journey. Available on Amazon.
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Wonderful poem Mack. You have to live through a blizzard to believe it. Well Done!