Winter's Zenith

Old Man Winter has arrived, his boots placed firmly on the ground. A vulgar display of wealth, assets scattered all around. A robust distortion of nature, his domination now takes the stage. With oversight and command, correspondence now serves his rage. Gone are the days of thunder, lightning dancing across the sky. With his cold and blowing wind, we’re stuck indoors just left to sigh. A blizzard up here in the north, will overpower this fertile land. With snowplows and generators, we’re able to take a stand. When he rears his ugly head, with shovels we’re forced to fight. These battles can rage, all day and often into the night. A clear and present danger, we must respect this vile behemoth. Precautions will save your life, when this old man has reached his zenith. The blizzard will slowly fade, the sky will clear, and winds recede. We’ll weather every storm; we are a hardy breed. Life here in the north is not for the faint of heart. We have a unique obsession, that’s why we stay and play our part. 12/5/21 “Z” Contest, New or Old – Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France