Blowing Snow

Like sand white, it howls by my window

A black dog wallows in its whiteness

Children shoot by, screaming with its slipperiness

Trees dark against it bend with its weight

The wind carries it, swirls it, leaves it momentarily,

Only to come again changing its shape

                                                                    - Sandy Tugwell

[Ed. Note: We saw a poem by Sandy on Lake Link, and asked her to be our first Poet Laureate. We welcome poetry contributions at ckdonlan@aol.com]