Song of the Plow

another favorite….just wish we had snow this year…..soon….


Awakened by

the song of the plow,

a rumbling bass

without much rhythm,

couldn’t dance to it,

or raise my flute to play along.

Its song is of the night,

breaking into dreams,

becoming part of the story,

evoking the appearance

of wildebeasts,

and lions.

By the time I have crossed over,

into the land of


ice scrapers,

and roof rakes,

the plow has rolled on,

leaving a crusty residue

at the end of our driveway.

I can still hear its song,

rising from the lowlands,

its growl

mingling with the

percussive rush

of that waterfall


DSC_0198Photo: Leigh Pumilia

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