Denali in Disguise

Ice posing as something benign
Have you believing I’m only tiny daggers

Draw closer
Hear
Cathedral chimes
Strike an unholy fear into you, I will

Begin with me the wintry journey
Dying, now that the falling is done

Come back, will you?
Taller next time
Wise enough to yield
While I command the Summer

Need

How would the rodents speak

What words would they say

“Yes, you, bring berries to your back yard

And all manner of citrus and apples alike

Fresh, full with fructose, on these barren of days

We planned well for the season

The Winter in May of the Spring

Evidence our good-faith actions

Our holes in diligence dug

Where we find once again, our daily bread

While our feathered Southern friends, oh!

How they need, need, need your hand

We’ll let them dine

We promise”

We Keep Hope

Winter and alone
Unbearable uncertainty
God what will you do
When wind forces its way to the door
Carrying icy-cold information
Crystalizing shut
The truth after all
There’s no school today
Hooray

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