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Image by Sydney Rae

Snow Tread Hearts

the morning after dad died
two snow tread hearts
in front of our house

in their space taking

from delivery truck’s
tired grooves, perfect
three point turn

graceful execution

twin arches
heaving sympathy and joy.

flinging fast
stubborn November snow
appearing the previous night

fresh, settled. No longer
sifting through black
clouding our dusk.

Dual heart tips
point at me

moving me forward
two exact compasses.

Rhonda Melanson is a teacher and poet living in Sarnia, Ontario Canada.  She is a member of the League of Canadian Poets and co-editor of a literary blog Uproar.  She published a chapbook gracenotes in 2011 and has been published in various print and online journals.

1 Comment

  1. Anonymous

    That moment still gives me chills
    Beautiful poem❤


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