Like skaters on icy pavement
gliding together into the city skyline,
grey against clouds of snow.
Winter storm warning, veiled
by music and coffee, conversation and silence.
delivered into the Windy City,
Blonde and steel,
she slips into the hurried streets,
the streaming crowd,
Out into the world.
This father beams in consolation.
She doesn’t look back,
blue eyes piercing into her future.
grey fading into western twilight.
slipping past long headlights.
Silence in music playing.
Snow dust, shifting like dry mist,
passing like sands of time.
Falling, the flurries whirling .
How easily she slipped out of my car and into her dreams.
The rush of desolate bone chilling wind
through trees stripped of autumn’s glory
brings comfort within
as the ” I think I can ” stove
fortresses the cold
in a small sheltered space
death itself howls
bearing its incisors
a wolf’s grin with yellowed eyes staring
How gallantly, how merrily
we find solace with warmed brew
and amiable talk
against such a sure footed and relentless enemy
we grasp common courage
and yawn at threats
from winter’s ravage
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