Blank, clean, unseen like white paper mache

over a white balloon.

The cold days when children hold hands

over the vent, bodies bundled en mass

in this season

of winter’s utmost, with beauty

and barrenness both –

The snow in constant consistent

movement, moving like in a gorgeous painting,

itself still, reflecting

nature’s absolute conquest.

Showing no favourites – the snows

gather on rooftops, glide over sidewalks and over

birds huddled in eavestroughs.

The snows that make life surrender,

leaving us motionless as we should be,

unashamed of our pure ineffectualness.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst





Published in “Green King Poems and Poetry Zine” November 2015

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.



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