Here comes the wind
Not the balmy wind of Spring
Not the sweaty wind of Summer,
Not the vigorous wind of Fall
Winter rules with biting grasp
Tangling around throat
Bitter fingers of ice steal breath
With every exhilation
Sidewalks and roads slick as glass
Waiting till a pale sun arrives
To melt it all
© 2013 Lin Neiswender
Beautiful, and season appropriate. 🙂
Thanks! Here in Florida I have to use some very old memories to write about ice and snow!
We’ve hit as low as 10 here in Missouri lately.
Our lake froze over – first time I’ve ever seen one! … The wind off that much ice was … impressive!
A frozen lake must be a very pretty site, clean glittery white.