eye on the storm

The sky is a cloudless crystal blue with a breeze to chap your lips I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red sailors take warning It’s going to get feisty cold, I’m told about the time we go back to school. A polar-bear vortex with all its features will spread its icy paws What jumps out at me first is how it could be worse. if unapologetic nature pounced sans disclaimers with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse What follows, star-crossed is a week storm-tossed a winter holocaust with heaven-kissed frost that only madness would call a judgement We’re steered from harm by precision alarms stay warm sweet friends wrap up, stay in . . Songs for this: Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard World's A Changing by The Bingtones