Chase a prairie winter
through swirling mounds of snow
while winds unharnessed wail and blow
and eyes peak out through frosty lash
to joy at thirty five below
a circling sundog's flash.
Ponder prairie winter
midst darkness of the night
while age worn ways are whispered white
and soft descending flakes declare
that earth, to snowy hope's delight
will chart new paths to share.
Sing a prairie winter
as plodding through the deep
young children wakened from their sleep
without the weight of ancient woe
and frozen choices left to reap
make angels in the snow.
Taste a prairie winter
deep in the lungs the fill
of calloused cold, the tingling chill
that favours none yet bears no shame
although perverse its twisted thrill
to nip each nose the same.
Hold a prairie winter
for just a few more days
then just before the river frays
sling one last skate without a care
while folks debate why spring delays
as if that were quite rare.
Praise a prairie winter
just wait until July
when feeling like we're going to die
'cause thirty five contains a plus
it's then that we recall just why
our winters rate no fuss.
(c) 2014
the prairie winter seems to be very beautiful..Thank you for sharing..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the progression from chase and ponder to hold and praise A poem to convert those who are winterphobic