Poems and Poetry

Snowbelt | A Poem by Jeanne Fiedler

The sky sheds its
white fur
a flight of creeping
at one time
separating us from
the world – the whole
prisoners wrapped up
in icy straight jackets
as we look out the
window and sigh

We try to warm
our fragile bodies
but feel helpless
against the earth
and its dangers
closed off and
blacked out
we watch and
hope for a rush
of quiet
amidst the storm

The obscure
piercing wind
sounds angry
out there
turbulent, raging

I close my eyes
to stop the
wings of the wind
and the frozen vapor
feeling overwhelmed
and helpless

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