Winter in Georgia
by Valerie Smith
Photo: Chuck Huru
First, the snow gently falls,
melts on top the standing blades of grass
and sounds like dew the sky—silent—calls.
With all the snow of future, present, past,
and all the snow Almighty has in store,
heaven knows how long the storm will last.
With noses pressed, we watch for more and more.
Our expectation rises white and round
until at last, we tumble out the door.
The mailbox, bush, and tree stump we have found
covered in wet packable snow
to aim at enemies newly found.
Bitter winds whip and rack the window pane,
a winter song with lyrics icy and profane.
Inside we huddle, wrapped in our domain.
Snow piles on the fence as frosty cones,
brittle branches bend and snap like bones,
inside fire beats the wind and moans.
All white, all still, all frozen—we wish—like time,
to see it all at once, the snow world shine.
Ah, but we are warm, like fire divine.
While winter still, I wonder
when spring will spring forth fonder
colors where we’ll wander
outdoors to breathe and play.
While cozy sleep and slumber
calls all to blankets under,
we wait the cold, cold tundra
to melt in spring’s new day.
A long, long wait we’re waiting,
feign patience, though it’s baiting
this season’s slow march grating
so halts our busy way.
But hear the North Wind laughing
with each storm cloud amassing
blows ice and snow in passing
and holds our door at bay.
Valerie Smith is a poet and creative nonfiction writer currently completing her PhD in English at Georgia State University. Her poems have appeared in South85, BlazeVOX15 and Exit 271: Your Georgia Writers Resource. In 2017, her poem "Back to Alabama" was selected for publication in Auburn Avenue's Autumn/Winter 2017 issue.