swirl up deep piles of blinding snow your bones and skin stockpile memories of winters past you use to get warmer so much quicker go ahead take that little nip of liquor to take the edge off puffs of icy chills and porch step spills as slick spots catch tensed boot soles you see white up close and personal not quite the sweet winter treat you envisioned partaking in
getting colder and whiter ...not our usual weather sphere here abouts