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The Blizzard
wind howling cross plain
rain and snow mix beat down and
chill body clear through
lightning flashes bright
the sky lights up suddenly
thunder rolls and rolls
tree limbs beat window
drain pipes clog with fallen leaves
water falls from roof
streams fall from corners
coming over drains falling
make puddles below
wind increases now
howling like Irish Banshee
to bring in the night
rain turns to cold snow
that piles high in small corners
and blows under doors
all the night is cold
we sit by the fire to warm
drink hot chocolate
through the morning fog
the last cold flakes float to earth
as wind finely dies
sun shine follows storm
as fog burns off the meadow
chilled air lingers
bare stones and high drifts
icicles hang from low eaves
all new from last night
Jim Applegate lives in Roswell, NM. He is a retired chemist and has written poetry since his sophomore year of high school. He is a member and former president of NMSPS (New Mexico State Poetry Society). The above poem is a haiku sequence and has been published in "Black Creeek Review".
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