Spring Snow

Great, cruel storms that sweep
Down from great lands somewhere
Up North pile up and stain a
Vibrant white door, chairs…
Stools foolishly left
Outside. How it

Coats walls and reminds me of
That great, lone house in Dr.
Zhivago. Out in a lost
Country. Full of frozen statues,
Quaint chairs pulled up beside
Frozen fires. A winter-land
Inside. Snow backs by dinner
Tables. Chandeliers of ice and
Old fires. While in

A locked room upstairs the
Snow swirls and slaps but
A single fire lights old thoughts and
Gives a place for poems and love and
A safe spot amidst the storm,

As it runs down from far off
Places and piles up near once
Warm lands of still ponds and
Deep, lurking streams.

8 thoughts on “Spring Snow

  1. Susan March 23, 2016 / 8:51 pm

    For me this is a lovely memory and I like your words–the swirls and slaps and deep lurking streams.

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky March 23, 2016 / 9:09 pm

    Beautifully done. I loved that scene in Dr Zhivago! I cant imagine that kind of cold.

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  3. Truedessa March 23, 2016 / 9:56 pm

    I really enjoyed the last two verses. This part especially jumped out at me.

    Gives a place for poems and love and
    A safe spot amidst the storm,

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  4. Jae Rose March 24, 2016 / 4:40 pm

    I love the feel of this – like frozen branches snapping clickety click as i read and savoured every word

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  5. Carrie Van Horn March 25, 2016 / 5:13 pm

    A beautiful write Matthew…I especially love the line:
    “A locked room upstairs the Snow swirls and slaps but
    A single fire lights old thoughts and
    Gives a place for poems and love and
    A safe spot amidst the storm,”

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