Stale and brittle this ice has overstayed its welcome
A week ago the cold descended
Snow alighting on branches roofs and roads
We awoke to a world metamorphosed
Familiar colors and daily routines disrupted
We laughed at the spectacle and giggled at the chill
Now the novelty is turned slushy and grey
Piled high along disrupted roads in refrozen lumps
Tomorrow will be warmer
Tomorrow the rain will come and melt the ice
But the cold isn’t done yet
We long for spring
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Spain, 1873-74”)
Life Immense 