Blessed Blizzard, Poem

The sky’s light is dim in anticipation.

Flattened grass is dull and crunchy.

The air holds a chill that smells like snow.

Waiting.

I love the energy in Indonesian poet Ahmad Shiddiqi’s  “Blessed Blizzard” (found on PoemHunter.com, excerpted below.)

Blessed Blizzard

a spirit bursts out of the blue

sings a nostalgic rhyme of winter

about memory in glorious hue

it ascends and never comes back, never

O pour me with silvery snowing!

let’s dive to innocent white icebergs

early morning’s breeze is so inspiring

O love, fill our days with your sparkles

PoemHunter.com

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