I
Devastating cirrus
malevolently passing over petrified mud
I doubt I’ll venture it today
II
If my eyes closed,
were only to view fancied icycles from my basement ceiling
All night we huddled till
the furnance man arrived
III
One foot before the other
repeatedly assuming third position
for snowbanks squeezed too close
and sometimes putting up a four-foot halt
Andy Oram
January 9, 2018