POEM - It’s Clear, It’s Cold

When the air

Frigid and untouchable

Presses against the house

Waiting and relentless

For any small opening

Until some foolish inhabitant

Opens the first door of morning

Only to be instantly engulfed

In an icy endless embrace

It is hard to comprehend

That there are times

The sun is nearly powerless

When the brightly lit day

Only means

It will be all the colder

Because the overcast blanket

Was cast off in the night

And the world awakens

Exposed and shivering

Grasping for shelter

That is no longer there

The heat has forsaken

This frigid corner

Now so cold

Even the wind has stopped

Refusing to blow

Because its teeth

Won’t stop chattering

And all of the people cower

Scurrying quickly

From heated abode

To heated car

While enrobed in layers

Upon layers upon layers

To thwart the icy darts

To shield fragile frames

From savage arctic adversaries