Spring Blizzard

Upon the ridge.
Upon the ridge.

Snow so

white that

it glows

blue under

the gray-lit

skies of

something

not quite

night

but

certainly

not the

day nor

twilight

crushes

underfoot

as heavy

sighs

lament

the hostile

whims of

their

ancestral

home.

Composed 04/24/14

Author’s Note: Freak snow storms are common in winter here in Mongolia. I was told, apparently, these storms were man-made to help with the drought issues the country faces. The thought of how much good this would bring the herders did cross my mind this particular day.

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