We chase June echoes across feathered pane
Grand Jack Frost empires melt beneath our sigh
Up from the skyline of mottled terrain
Dawn drinks iced-ebony from midnight’s sky
Mute magistrates of a law undeterred
Oversee icy extolments obeyed
Orderlies dressed in stiff, white over-shirt
Tumble, responding in cloned escapade
Winds scold and simper, as warm zephyrs slink
Like chastised ruffians to sunny-south pews
The brogue of winter moans at every chink
Bent on fulfilling its preordained dues
We brave its volley of steel-tongue barrage
Pouring Colombian second-cup toast
'...to ether-esque echoes of mist-morn mirage
Shimmering somewhere beyond Jack Frost boast'
© Janet Martin
I got cold just reading this, and I'm in California!
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ReplyDeleteIt is cold but it's what we expect in Canada. This is an old-fashioned winter like I grew up on. We've gotten off easy in the past # of winters.