Rhymes, Rants & Accolades from North Central BC

INSIDE OUR HOUSE WHEN IT WAS 38 BELOW

Windows mottled
Frosted etchings
Of ethereal
Landscapes
Chilly drafts
Waft through
Infinitely tiny
Cracks and
Crevices
Door opens
Bitterly cold air
Attacks
Instantly
Overcoming warmth
Permeating clothing
Piercing
Unprotected flesh
Door slams shut-
Better not let any more
Of that outside air in!

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