I barricade
myself
from
sharpened tendrils
of this
killing cold
scratching
towards
cracks
in the foundation
weaving
itself
up
through the floor boards
grasping
at
bare
ankles,
dangling
from the chesterfield,
intent
on piercing the flesh
only to
follow arteries
free
flowing
into
pulsating veins
slashing
its shards of ice
into
every crevice
along
its journey
to my
soul this frigid night.
I awoke
to -40C temp.
That's
just nasty but goblet half full, the sky was clear and stars shone.
But I'm
still cold.
Yes...well said
ReplyDeleteIsn't it the truth Michelle. I can't help but feel its evilness. Even Jack Frost is kinder.
DeleteNow I'm shivering.
ReplyDeleteJohn
If you wish I could send it your way John (insert halo), but as we say here at least it's a drrrry snow and easy to shovel. The cold sucks the moisture out of it and that is a good thing :)
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