Christina A. Sharik
SNOW DRIFTS AND ICE STORMS
Snow drifts and ice storms, and earth, frozen hard
no leaves on the branches, broken and scarred,
shredded by shell and mortar and bomb,
The earth remains quiet, just waiting – so calm.
Her wounds will heal over, with wildflower and bud
the craters will fill up with grasses, not mud
it might take awhile to erase what man’s done,
but the Earth measures time in the hours of the Sun.
Snowdrifts, now reddened, will melt in the Spring
and ice storms will cease when the warm breezes sing;
the men will be lonely, they’ll be tired to the bone
they’ll be anxious to leave, and they’ll feel all alone.
So Man will go home when the Wars are all over,
and the Earth will heal nicely with a bandage of clover.
©Copyright November 1999 by Christina A. Sharik