In the past three years this blog has published several poems by Thunder Bay's Martin Hicks. Sadly Martin died this fall. Sandals in Winter was published here in 2014. Hicks' books included "In the Realm of Fantasy" and 'The Good Bartender."
SANDALS IN WINTER
Sandals in the winter-time old
Prophet wore to shield tired feet,
Useless for grim frozen clime, cold
Heavy-wet, white-burdened street.
Under leather grey socks showed
Grimy toenail poked hole through.
When eyes widened and locks flowed
Stares askance curb-curious drew.
Topcoat full length hung as cape loose
Without arms put into sleeves:
Madman's mantle, sable drape long,
Style matched darkly one who grieves.
Personage by warmth taught new birth
Heedless of the current drift,
Stated present season's true worth.
Patience ripened, extra gift.
Tossed in drop-in church together,
Faithful asked, “Why Jesus boots?”
Straightway seer said, “I search weather,
Makes soles needed on burnt routes
Once heat visits snow-clogged climate.”
Foretold chapped lips optimistic,
“Zodiac and screen-blogged claim it.
Hence worn footwear, realistic
For when bright bud bursts in flower,
Bird trills porch and patio,
Kind beams frigid forms empower,
Music fills land, sterio.”
Sage remarked Spring seemed delayed here
Yet claimed solstice still neared site.
Such pronouncement briefly stayed fear.
Six months later words proved right!
-Martin Hicks
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