This killing frost

Lumbering, awkward it stalks forward

Heavy gravity unfolds

Laying icy fingers across the land

Her touch of death cleansing


This killing frost

Blanket of white

Like the lamb

Restore innocence

and purity

for sacrifice

She is vengeful

for we have debased her tableau

Made mockeries

Boulevards lined

with ugly grey slush mounds

Our poor bones reject

her annual cleansing

and chafe in the harness

for warmer climes

Chase the low winter sun

to find where she sleeps