The winds are howling right now, reshaping the snow
Around corners, drifts and fencelines
And it makes the horses nervous.
My carved snowbanks along the driveway
Get sculpted by the wind,
And all winter I wait for these days
To rework my art.
Like driftwood or 'found' art,
My wind-sculpted snowbanks
Are happy to be looked at,
Or hacked with the shovel
Whose lines they smooth
And rework in madness.
Shaped by Wind
