Sunday, December 14, 2014

Blizzard--By Joan McNerney--United States


O wonderful emergency!

Silver needles spin for hours
weaving tapestries to drape
rooftops, sidewalks, streets.
Millions of icicles delicately
arranged on lamp posts, along
metal railings, around cornices.

White magic prayed for by children.
A spell shutting down school
making way for snow fights.
Perfect opportunity to burrow
longer in bed. Be late for work.
Appearing unbusinesslike
in rough clothes.

Snow crystals cover all
stains and blemishes.
Each windowpane
becomes a miniature
museum of fine line etchings.

We are snapped awake by frost.
Our woolen gloves full of lace.

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Camel Saloon, Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Blueline, Spectrum, and included in Bright Hills Press, Kind of A Hurricane and Poppy Road Anthologies.


  1. I love 'our woolen gloves full of lace'. A lovely last line for your magical poem.

  2. loved your poem Joan,exquisite
    best wishes
    angelee from India

  3. Joan,
    This is gorgeous! You have totally created that "white magic" for your readers and I love this poem! Thank you for sharing it here.


  4. What a stunning painting you paint with your words in this creative piece Joan. My mind was totally consumed in its beauty! Blessings for the Holiday season, Connie

  5. Joan,
    A perfect poem for the season. Nice job!
    Your new friend,
    David Fox

  6. Thanks so much, am so happy others like my poem/

  7. Thank you, Eleanor Michael, for the following--

    Good imagery. Well done.