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.)
Building A Life Of Hope 
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! 🙂
Yes, it’s been a heck of a winter. We’ll be heading out shortly to begin more shoveling. It’s been difficult to go about business, especially school closings.