For Winter: Bel Harris

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February 11, 2013 by northerncardinalreview

Oh, what wonder has beheld me
sparkling on the tree tops
white, blinding powder bestows itself on my earth
footprints perfectly marked, carvings in the snow
flowing mist from our lips in each steady breath
blood rushing to the surface of our skin
turning tips of noses red

tumbling, roaring and rumbling
the arctic voice is upon us
but then:
Oh, quiet solitude says I
that comes from falling crystals in the sky
they drift down to lie in clumps on my tongue
quenching thirsts of childhood

Bel Harris is a poet and author from Guelph, Ontario. Though she is busily working on her first novel, she is frequently interrupted by the need to pen a poem or two. You can find more on her blog at:


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