herbiehancock

Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #51 - Snow Squall Click the play button above to hear me read this poem. Click the photos below to enlarge them and see more detail. Snow Squall Biting wind stirs the falling snow like an eggbeater stuck into a bowl of confectioner's sugar. Spinning it, twirling it, throwing off clouds of crystals, puffs of cold, white dust. Pulling powdery snakes in wavy lines across the road. Chasing snowflakes in dizzy tornadoes of white. Skipping across the frozen yard. Dusting the poodle, who ventured outside black-- but returned white. Yin and yang, yang and yin. The poodle creates a squall of his own in the living room as he shakes his fur and sends the snow on his back flying and spinning once again. Yang and yin, yin and yang. It catches you off guard to see that what once was black is white; what once was white is black. You become aware that there is much more gray around than you ever realized. Just as you have it all figured out, the wind howls and...