The Big Storm Vermont

The Big Storm, Vermont

Bright green plates swept by into the kaleidoscope of white;
We crept slowly into a headlight-tunnel back road.
Longing for the Interstate,
Feeling our way--
Half afraid
Into the storm.

Humpback drifts swam across the ocean of snow;
We came up for air at the entrance to an inn.
Ready for the fire,
Hearty welcome--
Closing the door
On the storm.

Restored, snow-shoed, we rode the drifts into the woods;
Branches dressed in hundred-fingered white gloves
Bent and broke,
Bombarded--
When the wind blew
After the storm.

The Big Storm, Vermont by Judy Schilling

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