Saturday, February 5, 2011


One by one we emerged
Through doorways, alleyways, a mangled fence,
Soldiers of snow bearing shovels
With glints of metal in our eyes.

We worked by daylight
In a landscape without end,
In a silence that has not been marred
By a rivulet of mud.

And when evening came,
And the tunnels hewn,
We could again hear
Our footfalls in the snow.


Rebekah said...

Smiling both with pleasure at the photo and memories of those gleams of metal :)

dW said...

And the twinge of regret mixed with joy when the neighbor came by whose gleam of metal includes a noisy smelly powerful motor...;-)