BLIZZARD The evil blizzard roared and whirled and hurled It's bitter anger on a quiet unsuspecting world. It lashed its fury wickedly around And screeched crescendoes With a vicious, chilling, hateful sound. No thing on earth was spared its tantrum wiles As snow was dashed sadistically on shapeless, growing piles. Young saplings shuddered to their tender roots As limbs were seized and torn asunder Blizzard...What a brute! Birds were stunned and shivered from the shock Of seething untamed violence that threatened to destroy Beasts of the wild, confused and beguiled At the mercy of the blizzard's evil ploy. Then suddenly..hostility was spent. The blizzard turned its face and left Consumed with lonely shame. Where hours before, foreboding gripped the land A calm had settled...panic died The blizzard bore the blame. And humbly in its wake, as if to say, "Forgive me" It bequeathed a rare and wondrous magic sight For countryside serene and city streets Were robed in dazzling, fluffy blankets Pure and virgin white. by © Barbara A. Duits 2000 Return to Index HomePage