SNOW

SNOW

Where is my mother today?
Hiding in the folds of this frozen ice-queen.
This double-edged sword, that glitters under silver moon.

Plough on!

Frustration forms in the foothills,
of this frozen fairyland.
Broken blisters bleeding,
into brand new boots.
Swearing, sinking, sliding,
off the road again.
Children running, returning,
chapped hands raw, burning.

Plough on!

Oh! Bring back the blessed sun!
Fix this faulty furnace,
Season of sickness.
Let me warm my wounds
against the blossoming bosom
of Mother Earth, again…