Outlook

when I last looked snow sprawled in like an embrace from a foreign world outdoor walk suspended by squabbles of sleeted wet unappealing chords of ice pellets that stand hair on edge to coat a hatless head in splinters force that shapes a winter's pace implanted temper abrasions in tracks of snow as February squeezes into loins an ache my icy fingers trace the window, vaporized a shield of separation a pledge of freedom re-booted like green paths rising a shifting focus till March tramps into place month of mis-rule ornamental promise that a turnstile world clangs change when I next look to turn the page Poem written February 23, 2023