Thursday, 31 January 2019

No blizzard in the gizzard

No blizzard in the gizzard

And so it did not snow,
did it?
This is a cuckoo winter.
I told you that

the eggshell ice,
global warmed by dice,
thrown awry, mistimed by,
the cracked buds (of May?).

But i told you that!

Didn’t i behold it so?
Didn’t I know
that the snow would go?
See now, how the new year cries,
birthing in a biting wind.

No comments:

Post a comment