The Winter Storm
Arctic opens giant mouth
Blows chilled breath
Across the frozen tundra
Down, down across state after state
Heading south, southeast dipping deep
Poet sits with chilled ankles and feet
By the glow of her computer moon
North winds whip naked oaks
Uninvited breeze enters seemingly safe room
Heat pump's silence exacerbates
Wind gust's lifting of the roof
Stirring of the wind chimes
Their hollow sound being driven
Into a voice of frenzy
A thinning, gray headed man snores
Heat pump clicks on
Temporary relief for chilled feet
As the poet tries to visualize
Those oaks that get no relief
Except when gusts slow
Oaks' dead brown leaves are tossed
Dried, crinkled left 'pon the cold earth
As a temporary blanket of warmth
Strong gusts break weakened limbs
Their occasional crash frightens
Any leaf left hanging by a brittle stem gives way
To the breath blown from the arctic's giant mouth
Date written: 12-23-2022
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Date: 12-23-2022
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