Poetry
Blizzard by Will Hodgkinson

The moment comes: the bulging grey clouds

release their load down on the earth below.

 

The air fills with white snowflakes

parachuting down to the ground

draping towns with a thick white blanket

 

Shipwrecking cars

in towering drifts

 

To those outside in the raging storm,

the glacial air, the blizzard is a foe,

a bitter enemy, a threat.

 

But to those in warm living rooms

it is entertainment,

as they sip mugs of warm cocoa

and stare out at the furious weather beyond

 

Will Hodgkinson

  1. Enjoying the warmth of sunny Arizona today, this beautifully written poem, “Blizzard”, chillingly reminded me of the Ohio blizzards that frightened me in my childhood.