Poem: Blizzard Nocturne

A blizzard at night, power under darkness;

Furious, but unseen.

Eyes robbed of its beauty and grace;

Majestic, but unseen.

Tree limbs crashing, tumbling, weighted;


Destructive, but unseen.

True dramas of life and death, large and small occurring every second;

Unforgiving, but unseen.

Winds forcing their way between sashes, branches and boards;

Unseen, but not unheard.

Morning will reveal its paths;

With first light its grandeur and might will be ready to be seen.

G L Harrington lives on a farm south of Chatfield and enjoys writing, reading and gardening. The Post-Bulletin publishes poetry by Rochester area writers every Monday. Send your work to Jay Furst, P.O. Box 6118, Rochester, MN 55903 or

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