Blizzard

Specks of white upon a mist
Will storm and whistle and scream
Down on us.
We must stock up on essentials;
Hide or get caught
By the blasted, blinding flakes
Under the angry skies.
Warmth; forget it!
When you hear the gale,
Get inside and quiver.
The windows are no match
For the whiteout and its angry blast.
Don’t let it catch you;
The blizzard wins the race.

Back to the winter theme: ‘Icy Lanes’

Ice had covered the long darkening lanes,
Masking the treacherous grey tar and panes,
Spreading so far, nothing fled its frost.
And now the cold has caught us: at a cost,
Crystals and diamonds shall soon become coal,
As sure as hell, the ice will take its toll.
The innocents are falling and slipping,
Finding out, too late: the ice is cunning,
But even then, when it’s dwindled and doomed,
We see liquid limbo, and we’re consumed.
I sat in the gutter on soggy spit,
But I felt the splutter of iced-up shit.