“The snow is up to my ears!”
That was today’s headline.
But it is wrong;
The snow is PAST my ears, Again!
For a few days, I felt warmth.
As sun created rivers of water
We almost drowned!
But we worked hard, feverishly, in fact.
Our hill’s opening
shown the way out, or the way
it’s a matter of perspective
the rain saw to it
that we needed to work
for our perspective looked bleak.
My job was to keep the gang moving.
I heard a chain-song that worked pretty well.
On the upbeat, half of us pushed out,
on the downbeat,
half packed the walls sturdy.
Yesterday, the cold winds came and dried the water
making for one heck of a slipslide across the yard,
but the other side wasn’t greener,
it was more slipping and sliding.
No crickets had passed away
to bring back, to feast upon.
As the moon made it’s journey
The cold scurried us inside
that body heat is the best heat
so not to burn up and die
No bones, no carcasses
lay in our entombment
We awoke today to see white,
Breathing became difficult.
A few of us coughed
and blew out the opening,
but what good is breathing, when
the opening presents another ice rink
and no dead crickets.
© dld february, 2011