Cold Air

An Icy flash across the face,
A gasp of air in its embrace.
That holds.

A villain coming through the door,
A sudden shock on every pore.
So bold.

Wild-wind ever blows and sifts,
Snow is tumbled into drifts.
And rolled.

There is a raze, a lash, a beat,
As chills come forward to entreat.
And scolds.

Set in form and so aghast,
Fingers numbed and caught in blast.
By cold.


E.P. 1908 - 1989