Talking to Snow
Tag Archives: Winter
Storm Windows on the Prairie
Shelter Belt
View to the East
Cold
From Canada with Love
TECHIE POEM
TECHIE POEM
This morning, our picture window
(the one facing 048 degrees ENE)
is a 72 inch flat screen HD TV
(measured diagonally)
Screen saver is set at falling leaves
(gold tones in random repeat)
Winter must be coming, I will reset
(to fireplace log)
FUN WITH FRACTALS
FUN WITH FRACTALS
Every snowflake is a turtle
see the four feet head and tail
No two turtles are alike alike
One cannot multiply
things from different sets
My love is not diminished
THE SILENCE OF SLEIGHS
THE SILENCE OF SLEIGHS
My earliest memories do not have a sound track
The steppes of Canada are the steppes of Russia
Zhivago watching Lara leave . . . without her song
The horse’s hooves
compressing snow to greater silence
the runners sinking softly into silence
skimming surface of silence
stretching out the notes of silence
The bells on the horse . . . . . . . . . were there bells?
COLD
COLD
Forty below in Centigrade
is forty below in Fahrenheit
Suffering is often involved
In Canada they make jokes
In Russia they make poems
At these temperatures
the blood from a Russian poet
freezes on the way to the ground
They break off the icicle
and hari-kari it into the next stanza