The "snow-eater"
by Alice Cuenca
A forceful chinook wind
strides fast, unminding;
"snow-eater", the Indians say.
Along the path, separating
the pond and traffic
are my heavy footsteps.
The sky is darkening now...
arch-shaped dusky clouds are
like bloody wounds
dripping through
the evergreen leaves
Words of goodbyes
are piercing.
On a moonless night,
dreams are casting no shadows.
A warm wind in the mid-winter
can appease but can't unbreak
a heart as you.
(red sunset sky of a Chinook Arch in Calgary, Alberta- photo courtesy of Kevin Cappis)
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