The Second Blizzard

St. John’s, Newfoundland, photo by Mary Crosbie on Flickr

At the supermarket, a friend
stopped to talk
 about his flight
  to the island, snowbanks
  after the blizzard

  While we talked
   a leaf spun
    through the doorway
    gliding near us
    as a
    second blizzard
    brewed outside

    “I’ll leave you
     to your shopping…
     before the storm
     gets bad,”
     my friend murmured
     eyes trailing
     the spent leaf
     that drifted
     close by

      I bagged my groceries
      as the snow
      how storms
      hasten time
      the shopping trip, languid

       the small and
       of our lives

Joan MacIntosh

Joan MacIntosh lives in St. John's, Newfoundland, and write poetry and prose. Her poems have been published in Friends Journal, Leaf Press, NQ, and other publications.

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