Poem: Squamish Storm

I stand in the dark
shake ice from  my hair
and walk beneath the moon
to a neighbour's house for matches.
Snow up to the top of my thighs,
each gunshot footstep,
scatters owls
through the black silk night.
I hear the deer snapping fallen branches,
their faces emerge like knots from a pine wall.
The cold winds round me
and my laboured breath freezes on my face
Icicles hang from the trees,
their dim shadows impale the drifts.
Head bent low,
I butt against the frigid night
Each whip of wind,
each flake,
each patch of frozen ground,
is claimed by winter
and this bone-chilling Squamish storm.

Jude Reads Her Poetry

Coming Events

Reading at the University of the Fraser Valley, March 14 with Bonnie Nish

March 22, Planet Earth Poetry Victoria, with Bonnie Nish

April 27 concert with Thomas RL Beckman on Bowen Island with Bonnie Nish Tuesday April 30 Jewish Community Centre

World Premiere of the St. Roch Suite! 10th Anniversary Gala reading to specific Art installations. 9 March, 2019
Prince George Symphony Orchestra,
Performance by Jude Neale (poet) and Thomas R.L. Beckman (composer)