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Awaiting the Snow

Lui Collins

Late afternoon, the sky's growing darker
Grey clouds have threatened all day
The wind whistles against my windows
The rhododendrons shiver and sway.

They say that the snowstorm so absent all winter
Will finally lay its thick blanket o'er all
So I've built up the fire, brought in extra coal
Now I drink the stove's warmth, listen to the wind howl.

But where is the blizzard so long expected?
I'm hung in suspension awaiting the snow.

I sit by the fire, a bag of emotions
Ragged and torn from the weeks gone by
Needing some comfort, no one to talk to
The radio keeps me alive.

As I wait for the wind to blow away madness
I wait for the snow to bury my grief
I wait for its blanket to wrap round my sadness
Its quiet to bring me relief.

Now darkness surrounds me, alone in my cabin
Alone in the woods, alone in the wild
But my kitchen is warm, my table is cluttered
My kerosene lantern gives gentle light.

And I think of you, love, so far away
Yet your presence is still as real as that light
Your memory, still warm in me, brings me a smile
Then I wish you were with me tonight.

And where is the blizzard so long expected?
I'm hung in suspension awaiting the snow.

And I wait for the wind to blow away madness
I wait for the snow to bury my grief
I wait for its blanket to wrap 'round my sadness
It's quiet to bring me relief.

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