The silence before was palpable, as pure as the wintery blanket,
swaddling them from the imminent cataclysm.
The crisp, dry air suddenly shattered by a roaring, thunderous crash
as the snow started its relentless journey.
The sparkling blue of a cloudless sky, a stark contrast to
the rolling white fury of cold comfort.
Wisps of powdered snow following its descent, swirling like imps at play
Oblivious to their deathly dance.
A hypnotising sight- beautiful yet ruthless and tumultuous.
Like God astride a missile -it spearheaded a path.
Ominously gathering momentum,
Sweeping onwards, relentlessly, through the pristine snow
at first slow, enchanting and hypnotic,
but then becoming sanguine, and almighty.
Unconstrained it ploughs ahead, engulfing all in its way.
Skiers trying to outrun it, fruitlessly, frantically, pumping faster and faster
some just stared…
stared at death approaching.
No time even to cry out…
Tonnes of snowy oblivion instantly crushed the breath out of them
and tossed their bodies momentarily like feathers in a whirlwind,
before being enveloped whole in white concrete tombs.
Within moments destruction had called and left all as before,
but beneath our feet an icy graveyard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you so much for your comment- I realy appreciate it so much StevieC