by Russell Dawson

Created on: May 01, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Snow, you monolithic morpheme!
How so very variable you can be
to the Olympic boarder who surfs you
in a dream of gold and glory.

Or, the hunter matching his skill
against your menace, so that
his children might feed and the
writers write his epic story...

about how the cold was so bad
instinct led the wolf and bear,
to choose numbness and hunger
o'er icy stabs of snow backed blasts.

But our hero rose up, triumphantly
taking his buck and rejoicing
in that for one more month at least
his folk would eat since he subdued the freeze.

How differently you exist
to the recreational skier
and the homeless waif out of doors,
solemnly embracing your sentence.

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