Blizzard Song by Emilio DeGrazia … For the snow weary

Blizzard Song…

After the blizzard the wind holds her breath,
Her madness exhausted, suddenly resigned.
Silence morphs into sound as it presides
Over the gravity of rooftops and fields.
In this fury’s pale bed millions have died,
Whole battalions of soldiers like corn stubble
Buried in a vast unmarked Arlington.
In sunlight the witchery of diamond snowfields
Radiates her brilliance into jet-black space,
Medium between blue sky and Milky Way stars.

The storm has nothing more to say,
Like a woman fallen into despair, waiting
To be warmed by new whisperings.
Listen to this silent loveliness, she says,
Let me hear in it your distant hunting horn,
And let me feel the old vibrato of love
Airing through the bare branches of trees.
See this vast expanse of white, this blank page:
Lift the bridal veil and look at my face.
With your fingertip on my breast
Inscribe a poem certain to last until spring.

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