Snowstorm

Wonder came upon the land

in undulating waves - as

crystals formed from

the sun and rain.

Now riding the wind

an avalanche

sweeps across a valley

into every hideaway

with a desire and willpower

to subdue any resistance

and old Harry gleeful

in his wheel chair barely able

to hold back giggles

peeks over the window sill

and he laughs

in short wheezy gasps - on

similar days his snow plow

stomped on those pesky drifts.

Another chortle

and Harry faded into sleep.