Literary Hook: Poem: Snowed in: ‘Snow Salsa’

Christine Swanberg
Christine Swanberg

By Christine Swanberg
Author and Poet

Snow Salsa

Dancing with the wind, slanted snow swivels,

salsa slashing the windows. We’re snowed in.

A corner icicle hangs and drivels

like an intravenous glucose machine.

I put on Tropicales and dance, too,

a solo sequestered salsa (of sorts),

a solitary rendezvous, not blue.

Midwesterners must always be good sports

when winter comes conquering and calling.

We dance and read, watch old movies, maybe

paint a closet or polish brass. Befalling

all it can befall, snow on limb of tree.

Stay and salsa a day, you swaying snow.

Just a day, OK? Then you have to go.

First published in Minotaur.

Christine Swanberg is a local author and poet. She received the Lawrence E. Gloyd Community Impact Award at the 2012 Rockford Area Arts Council State of the Arts Awards.

From the Dec. 17-23, 2014, issue

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