General Winter.


When the ground freezes

all Hell will break loose

stalagtithes are going to be

rocked from their anchors.


Driven snow will be banked

up in deluged drifts, lifeless

trees will silhouette skeletal

reflections on the tundra.


Tank tracks will bar code

their way westward, black

exhaust fumes will pollute

blue skies, stymieing the sun.