Winter approaches on cold toes
and with an icy stare from the rising sun
Rime splayed across car windshields,
while lovely to look upon
in its pattern of frosted beauty,
does not stand against the chill
you feel in your hands, raking the ice scraper
back and forth, back and forth
With no snow to delight in the morning light
it is just cold and barren,
a concrete and asphalt Ice Age
revisited upon the modern cave man
without furs to wear
or a fire to warm his hands upon...
12-18-11
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