Snowbound

That low, slow burn flickering just above

The treetops teases a wamth the day,

Nearing its end, did not possess.

It’s as if the sky’s been rent and the

Frigid-fingered beyond reached in

To fill the void with void. The stars are

So close you could touch them,

But beauty’s cold comfort to get you

Through the night. Eight inches and no

Sign of thaw, another storm set to add

Two more in two days’ time. Even inside

There’s a chill, but the cat’s curled

By the fire, dinner’s in the oven and

There’s lamplight to read. Nothing to do

But close the blinds and settle in.

We’re going nowhere slow, bundled

In our snowpants, along for the ride.

1/16/2024