Paradng in pock-marked sky, <br />starry cold <br />feels it's way <br />closer <br />as black night enfolds <br />all small things <br />with shivering <br />frigidity. <br /> <br />Merciless bite chills the air, <br />as stratified <br />trails <br />of starlit darts, <br />like solar <br />fireflies, <br />shed filigree threads <br />which infuse <br />infinity. <br /> <br />Pity the tiny unprepared <br />feather and fur <br />huddling <br />close in <br />cornered remoteness, <br />spare <br />a thought <br />for throbbing life, <br />caught alive <br />in frozen <br />jeopardy. <br /> <br />Winter-white fingers <br />rime the ground, <br />cracked ice <br />creaks <br />as fresh freeze <br />repairs it, <br />and we fear <br />uncommon cold <br />will kill, <br />relentlessly.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/uncommon-cold/
