Friday, February 13, 2015

But I'm still cold

I barricade myself
from sharpened tendrils
of this killing cold
scratching towards
cracks in the foundation
weaving itself
up through the floor boards
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.


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    1. Isn't it the truth Michelle. I can't help but feel its evilness. Even Jack Frost is kinder.

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    1. 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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