Hi Paul:

Greetings from Manhattan. About twenty years ago, I was visiting friends who lived at the eastern end of Long island, where we experienced weather similar to today’s whiteout snowstorm. Here is the poem,

“Blizzard at Montauk,” from my 2008 collection, Father of Water.

Best wishes,

Charles Pierre

2018.

Central Park. Blizzard of 1969. Paul Goldfinger ©

Blizzard at Montauk

By Charles Pierre

An ocean of snow
flows over ruins
of the three sweet seasons.

Amid miles of white
a stray dog squints
for signs of living land,

but the spotted air
swirls around his eyes
in unearthly circles,

the frozen flakes
sticking to his lashes,
his vision tranced

by a vast pathlessness.

JAMES NEWTON HOWARD “Snowstorm” from the film Snow Falling on Cedars.