Haiku for a Subzero Week
A Hometown Poem
The forecast is blunt Cold settles in, no end date We brace the house tight The news says it’s nine Feels far colder in the bones Numbers fall short here The thermometer Holds at zero without change Time feels frozen too Phone reads minus ten Battery drains in the cold So does patience now TV says minus five My face aches, breath burns the air Simple things grow hard My watch says it’s ten No wind, no snow, bright silence Cold presses inward Elsewhere, voices rise Standing up to ice in snow Refusing to move Another state grieves A loss we cannot reach yet Weather closes roads Care keeps us rooted Pills, meals, blankets, steady hands Love holds the line here Night falls early now Lights on in neighboring homes We count who’s still warm Wood cracks in the hearth Someone else tends the small flame We stay. We endure.
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I felt this at the cellular level, deeper than my bones...So good.
Beautiful! Very touching. You draw the reader into your world so eloquently.