Poem: Cold

(Given that the wind chills are at least -35F this morning, it seemed like a good time to post this. Actual update on various things forthcoming.)

 

Cold

Ice on the window,

Smooth and opaque,

With an ice feather headdress.

 

Snow creaks and squeals.

Exhaust hangs in the air

Like a restless ghost.

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