Peer Award 1999

Manitoba Warmth


With mallard hope
I flew to places
tires do not pattern
tracks on salted paths

But now
In mittened dreams
I lie in a lush quilt
of prairie grass

encased in an inverted globe
with frosted specks
of floating sky

To know I am alive
I need to see my sounds
in vapor hung
to bundle up in layers of down

To lace white skates
hear ice break
in sheets of thunder on the lake
wild moments that defy forget

The seasons pass
to warm my dreams
I paint ice patterns
on the window glass

Rowena Silver

Copyright © 1999 Rowena Silver

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