Saturday, January 8, 2011

White Out

I guess there is always something new
to look at or learn, something like living

through the first snowfall upon settling
in Manitoba when all the trees were ripe
with leaf, rivers full of survival.

Until the mosquitoes
in May -
Until the yellow orange leaves
in September -

It’s still a place you can see for miles;
here, they still hang a sheet
on the line when someone dies.

Until everything prairie howls
white .

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