Squeak, squeak, squeak,
the snow so cold each step resounds!
The mist from someone's breath
becomes tiny icy crystals at once,
falling with almost a hint of a
tinkle, tinkle as they hit the ground.
That hoarfrost still creeping
even as the noon-day sun begins
it's not too long an afternoon run.
And the calendar is stuck in the muck
as wet fingers are glued to Tuesday.
and you can't turn the page
Imagine it so cold...
that the just poured hot chocolate
is already slushy!
One can only hope that the earth
will continue its revolutions on pace
to get us past this wintery scene.
Perchance, do you have
an extra blanket?
If not, some heavy long johns will certainly do
and if not asking too much...
a nice steamy bowl of very spicy chili and
some corn bread too!
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