by Mel Mcintyre

Created on: March 09, 2009

Winter Packaging

Freezing rain shrink-wraps lofty spruce trees,
Bends birches back, unable to bear the icy burden,
Spreads shrubs sideways, makes driveways rinks,
The whole world weighted down, waiting for
Deliverance;

Yesterday's snow glazed over and preserved,
Hiding in its crusty crunchy shell,
Wrapt in transitional meditation,
Unyielding, unmoving, unforgiving;

Frozen fingers chink, tinkle
Chilling tunes on some ghostly piano, keys
Blown against frosty neighbours that
Break off and shatter
On the pallid sounding board below;

This petrified forest all a-flicker,
Sunlight filtered through a thousand plastic
Prisms, sparkling like Christmas trees,
Bark imprisoned by crystal water
Drops;

Isaz! A landscape Robert Frost might know;
All wrapped up with nowhere left to go.

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