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Outside the Window, Frozen


old man wind roars
ancient and savage
bellowing down the black corridor of night

fragile sheets of glass rattle
pinging while old man wind sings
in all his fury

I shiver under thin quilts
the slightest armor
shielding me from bitter cold

in storms like this
I've been young
I've been old
enduring the elements
sometimes managing well
sometimes
not

white outs
those North Dakota blizzards
occasionally snow up to the roof
and Minnesota sidewalks glazed
with the slickest sheets of glare ice

only weeks before our gentle trees
were entombed in one inch of frozen sleet
and then stuck bending into the walls
of our building
looking to the world like
sorrowing children

later in the thaw
I carefully freed their fragile branches
as crashes of ice slammed into the walkway below
calving like glaciers in the new 45 degree thaw

today the trees will fight
old man wind again
I am praying for them
for all God's creatures
braving his fury out in the bitterest cold

oh how I know
there will be casualties

one week ago
a homeless man died
huddled in a single blanket
in the windy night
yesterday
a homeless woman was found
huddled and frozen solid
in a downtown parking high rise

both of them were people
close to my own age
their lives cut down tragically

I've faced unkind winters
yet it seems to me
that this has been one of the
unkindest
but I think it has more to do with
humanity or the lack of it
than the fury of old man wind


9:31 am PST January 8 2017
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Melissa A Howells
Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World



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