Poetry by Aidan Russell
While in the night we soundly slept,
A winter storm came by
and covered all the world in white,
With snow banks piled high.
So in the morning we awoke
And looked out at the sight,
Of all the city buried deep,
in snow so clean and white.
We dressed ourselves and wandered out
Into that wonderland,
And sought to find ourselves some fun,
Though nothing we had planned.
In trudging down the empty street,
We saw no other soul,
And so alone we went along,
A solitary stroll.
Then at the park we found a bench,
Beneath a bare oak tree,
Where we decided then to sit,
The snow-filled world to see.
So there we sat upon the bench,
Just you and me alone,
And watched the winter world grow still,
And heard the cold wind moan.
What sacred beauty there we saw,
As flurries seemed to grow,
The world without mistake or flaw,
White blanketed with snow.
Aidan Russell is an American poet and filmmaker. He was a finalist in the Unity in Verse Poetry Contest. He is also the writer and director of a number of short films, most notably: A Criminal Misunderstanding and The Legend of John Henry. He lives in Southern California.
