Winter

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The gutters grow teeth;
gleaming diamond fangs
that chatter and drip.

Whiteness coats the fields;
acres of old man’s hair
so matted that it crunches underfoot.

Early shadows impose
quaint homes over
scared streets.

Engines cough.
Windshields freeze
and hiss at kettle water.

Plump brown robins
struggle against the winds
lashing from the east.

This is no world
for the sensitive;

a world of frostbite,
sepsis,
hypothermia,

sore ears,
dead hands,
numb toes,
raw lands.

i see
icy
plight
with
no
end
in
sight