[Nutagaq — Inuit for new fresh powder show]

I would look out my bedroom window
scanning our withering back yard
every morning in late fall watching
for snow that would stay and slowly
creep up the stone outdoor fireplace
until the new fresh powder
would be level with the top:
ski season had begun.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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