snow poems – 1

when snow puts down its blanket
you sleep babied, infantile
slow to awaken like the winter’s maple
or the stubborn magnolia
forgetting sugared light
why scream incongruous

but wait
even stiffened limbs awaken
crawl out from under cold blankets
cheap pots of tea made in red rose
in many a gloomed kitchen
though it’s true
if you’ll ever brave the streets again

and slowly the greying wool
sugared tea warmeth in old pots in rounded comfort
pain slowly melts like lard on heating pans
the neck appears fingers move
and crawling on knees we find our feet

renuka mendis, toronto, december 15, 2016


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