ARMY OF SNOW
Heavy snow clouds rolled off the sullen lake,
Like an advancing army our treasures to take.
Riding on great white horses coming so fast,
Sending a warning with the wind’s cold blast.
Large snowflakes are falling silent and still,
The icy cold wind no longer blows at will,
But is strangely hushed by the falling snow,
Resting awhile before again it starts to blow.
A smooth carpet of pure sparkling white
Now given to us, such a beautiful sight,
No foot or hoof prints did the enemy leave
As it conquered us without any reprieve.
More armies gather over the large lake,
This time the wind came with no break,
For this time the snow hurled and flew wild,
Not all pretty looking gentle and mild.
Snow not all soft to the touch but giving pain,
Blinding, cutting, swirling, cruel again and again,
This army was barbaric, without any heart at all,
Why couldn’t the snow just peacefully fall?
Home without power, roads closed everywhere
Chaos and destruction quite beyond compare,
Still a picture of beauty left in it’s cruel path,
Most strange after some army’s aftermath.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 December 2004