A Winter Note

A Winter Note

I am waiting for the snow

It is late this year

and more welcome when it shows

The freshness of it,

the reverse of shadow.

The back and arms

and legs lift a small

load of light

Over the railing

of the deck

to land with a satisfying sigh

I remember

carrying a shovel

to the outdoor rink in the park

At the end of my street,

my teenage street,

and shovelling off

Half the rink

for a game of shinny,

a perfect day.


Author: William J. Gibson

62 year old - writer/photographer Canadian, survived open heart surgery, received kidney transplant, sometimes dour, sometimes amusing, over six feet in height, severely follicle challemged

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