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