Stab the Helpless Ground

Hurtling clumsily through dark layers of sky -- Unwelcome residue of engorged, menacing clouds -- Gathering momentum, bulking up as they descend To stab the helpless ground with their frigid edges Few brave this nasty turn of events -- by which Peaceful cityscapes are transformed into cold infernos Of fiery ice -- to greet them, to acknowledge their Triumph over once-soft, once-pliant 'Mother Earth'... Like bullets from b-b guns or darts from tasers They burrow into the earth, into snowdrifts, into Snowbanks, slashing their way -- howling through the Clogged arteries of a grating metropolis, grinding her gears