A Colde Winter Storm
The wind begins to blow.
Snow is now falling and viability is dismal.
The rarity of survival is clear.
Ice shatters like glass against a wall.
The wind blows harder as the snow falls faster and faster.
Everything so slick from the ice.
The air is bitterly cold.
When it all ends what remains is the memory of a cold winter storm.
Copyright © Caroline Mackey | Year Posted 2005
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