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.”
