A Cold Snap

The weather so cold the air is still No sound from a bird, tree movement nil No cars are in sight, no people walk No cell phones jangle, no people talk Atlanta’s winters usually gentle Grass frozen from ice detrimental Surrounded by this cold enclosure Suffering from freezing exposure Suddenly, my breath steams from chapped lips Impacted by cold, the winter script The car next door is coated with ice States farther South begin to entice