Frosty Fall

Frosty Fall

2/24/11

Cold and crispy, falls the

Sad and silent snow

As I trudge hopelessly home.

Cursing the heavens, I wished

That I had walked back already.

I had earlier contemplated

Whether to walk in the wind

Or delight in dinner and wish

For the wind to die down.

It didn’t.

After eating a quite delightful dinner

With my new found friend,

We departed from the dining center

Only to find falling lakes being delivered

From the wicked winter sky.

Cursing, calling out to the empty heavens,

I mumbled meaningless nonsense

As I stared sightlessly into the

White winter monster that lay

In wait outside the door.

Continuing my incessant ranting,

My group trudged through the portal

To the white hell that awaited us,

Purposely hanging and hovering

In order to give us dread.

Hurriedly, we stumbled and fumbled

Down the slick and slippery sidewalk.

Departing from my friend during the flurry

Caused me ceaseless worry,

But we continued to press on.

My sister and I continued through

The dominating silence in the world,

Blinded by the kamikaze flakes,

Praying to not be hit by a bike

Or crushed by a car that may cross us.

Not soon enough, the silence

Was stabbed by the bumbling cars

Driving through the slick snow.

Frustratingly, they kept coming, leaving

Little room for us to make our way.

Eventually, the quiet descended again

So we made our way across the street,

But our safe enclosure still felt so far.

Pressing desperately forward

We wished to be away from the burdensome cold.

Ahead—ahead I could see our destination

Towering toward the ominously cloudy sky,

The clouds, peach due to the light’s infection.

Clambering onward, forward, toward

The warm blanket present in my mind.

Now I sit here, warm and cheerful,

Contemplating the frosty menace beyond my window,

Complaining freely about the unwanted

Experience, as I quietly mutter,

“Winter wonderland, my ass.”