Winter has its own alphabet,
its own vowel sounds.
Sorry Vanna, it is a whole new game,
a vocabulary that one can’t understand
For instance, take ‘crunch’.
The hint that you get from saying it
is no match for the joyful act
of boots breaking the crust
of frozen snow.
The sound of biting
into a potato chip is entirely different,
a mere shadow of the sound.
It is all a matter of syntax
And then there is ‘swish’…
The uninformed might think
that’s the sound of a taffeta skirt
leaving the room, but winter
knows that’s not so.
‘Swish’ is the sound
of tires, safe with thick tread,
in bumper to bumper traffic
displacing the slush of winter
while turning the corner with a ‘swish’.
And, those who think
a wolf’s call is a howl must never have heard
February wind announcing an impending blizzard.
The wolf’s call is certainly eerie, but
the wind makes a statement of intent.
The sounds of winter
are many and distinct, but difficult
to hear from the comfort of your car
with the radio blaring and a cell phone
glued to your ear.