Freezing sleet, frost, snow
flinging forward an icy arch.
Winter’s army is on the go…
Watch the stormtroopers march!
Water freezes in the blast –
set in a cruel film of ice.
While rime-coated grass
yellows in the crusted vice.
Birds huddle – feather-ruffled heaps
of shivered misery – on bare branches.
As spear-sharp winds make it weep,
the bruised sky howls and blanches.
Car sliding on rinked roads
perform slo-mo comic dances.
Or become coffins – as their loads
of late commuters take chances.
Freezing sleet, frost, snow
flinging forward an icy arch.
Winter’s army is on the go,
so…
watch the stormtroopers march.
