Winter Tempest Trilogy

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Morning sounds nonexistent

The world neatly colored in colorlessness

Banks of white hip deep

We dig out meters and walkways

Icicles hang from the eaves

Thick spears dangerously hovering overhead

Doormats saturated

Skin cracked

Dull

Dry

Nearly swollen in its thirst

Work slowed

Can we get out today?

Our feet live in slippers or boots

Our hands in gloves or mitts

Our hair suffers from hat head

while the men grow their faces to insulate

them from the cold

Fleece is our fashion

The season seems endless

Not fleeting nor fleeing anytime soon

 

(They say it’s the third storm is as many weeks though it feels like more. First the storm, then the days of cleaning up. One runs into the other making the season a long and slow moving freight train.)

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2 thoughts on “Winter Tempest Trilogy

  1. Wow! It has to be tough dealing with that type of weather, though you described it beautifully. I can’t imagine a third of the snow you guys are getting. My city would indeed shut down for a very long time. Stay safe and warm! 🙂

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