Blizzard In St. John's

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- For Gregory


Winter's final fury
unleashed itself
last night,

Today, St. John's, lies buried
in a blustering blizzard:
yes, winter's final fury
is bestowed this time
on you and yours,
my friend.

As Newfoundlanders
wake today to their cars
all humped in white,
hurricanes howling
through snow-clogged
streets with all their
awful might -
and men, womenfolk
and children
grit their teeth and get
their shovels out...

Here in Montréal,
it is uncharacteristically
balmy and mild
as I start my day
driving on clean
snow-scooped roads,
bright light
exploding
around me,
under sunny, azure skies.

There is no price tag
for the simple joy I felt
this Sunday afternoon;
thinking of your vicious
winter storm,
I said a prayer or two
for you, my friend.

(Transfiguration Sunday,
February 26th,2006)

(Sixty centimeters of snow
fell in St. John's, Newfoundland
on this date)

(Senneville, Québec, Canada)

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 18 October 2008

What wonderful winter imagery. You write with much emotional depth and feeling. I like what you see from your own personal window on the world. Kind regards, Sandra

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Philippa Lane 22 April 2006

Note: Revised version April 21,2006 Queen Elizabeth II birthday. I took out the stanza re the Olympic win by St. John's Curling team who got gold in Turin.

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Max Reif 02 March 2006

Philippa, my strongest emotional responses were to the description of the blinding light in the snow-scooped roads of Quebec...I know and love such light...and the water kissing you on both cheeks. 'Awake to cars all humped in white' is a good visual, too. My main memory of Canada in the Olympics is from the closing ceremony. I suspect the 'rocks' you mention are people, right? Sincerely, Max

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