snow wiles

“My God! I’m blind!” the startled student cried.
In Nassau never snowflake fell nor dreamed
of falling nor existing in her life;
yet, here in Canada it surely seemed

that snowflakes overnight had filled the air
and covered every branch and twig and leaf
and hidden every branch and twig in layers
of snow and whitened world beyond belief.
So when she unsuspecting looked outside
and all she saw was white on white alone
she really thought that she had been denied
her vision: every circuit in her blown.

Such visions every Canuck takes for granted
Perhaps it’s time to know our snow’s enchanted.

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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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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