Dom Hunt - Alberta prairie

Dead level, endless and dry
The great flat prairie stretches out
Under a pale blue sky

The Falls brief gold gives way
To distant Northern tundra, Arctic waste
The stubbled ground is grey

Soon, wind with razor breath
Forms a bitter crust across the land
The winters hard as death

The blizzard comes one night
In blinding, spiraled blur of crystal flakes
And grey is turned to white

The day breaks gleaming new 
Brings it's glimpse of keen seraphic light
Tingeing snow with blue

This was written by my father years ago. My father passed away last year and I thought I would share some of his work on this site. 

 

Dom Hunt

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alberta-prairie/