Snow Storm Poem by Gert Strydom

Snow was drifting down,
falling on people in the street
like soft powder from the sky.

A chilly wind blew
from the Drakensberg mountains
and around me it was white
and fresh.

Every thing was clear
and white clinging to shapes
that man put there.

Traffic lights brightly blinked yellow,
red and green
like one eyed Cyclops’s topped in white

with cables feeding
thunder and lightning to them
and I felt like Zeus

while I walked away
into the new white world
and the white started to cover me.