Brief winter verses


Devastating cirrus
malevolently passing over petrified mud
I doubt I’ll venture it today


If my eyes closed,
were only to view fancied icycles from my basement ceiling
All night we huddled till
the furnance man arrived


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

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