It creeps in as a bitter sojourn,
wild, wonderful and terribly ice prone,
It induces jaw dropping shiver addled yawn,
wether of the snow cap forest habitat,
or the indoor pampered den we season hardy humans,
are liable to label indiscriminate indulgence,
where stockpiling room to room warmth,
with that medley of highly questionable fuel reserve,
the huddling and cuddling involved in the cherub faced,
as they (we) throng around the hearth,
with blissful sighs we rudely spurn  artic rain,
for but a brrr resounding resonance,
is it that winter wonderland immersive,
where urban city dweller might,
in staggered ski slope paranoia as is our won’t,
mimic those snowflake dodging pets,
the cinematic world often thrives on,
the icicle slow drip feed of matinee magic,
yes, the shudder and clench of pained teeth,
harsh weather fronts are facile to impose,
furry animal or faux fur Homo Sapiens,
in elliptical turn of disaster ridden Earth,
to cocoon, sequester, or hibernate,
play bound and dash to a danse macabre canvass,
of bone chill and sun starved environmental plummet,
where the poor misfortunate species are so exposed,
wood frog,  fat-tailed dwarf lemur, seven spot ladybird,  polar bear,
pearlescent pantheon that rustic genie,
to raw world ravage without an ounce of pithy,
they may scatter, dash, dart,
in the brazen onslaught of
searing blizzards,
madcap scramble for a fatal spell,
doused in skin impinging skeleton copse,
frost an inclined treat on gust worn branch,
whose green nodes appear sullen,
but as glitter world season captivating offspring,
subzero festival for many a glacier dweller,
where those who hibernate in urban sprawl
fancy term insulation,
share mystic dreamy thin glass eyes,
with genus who barely secede from accustomed elements,
to acclimatise maybe in their dna ,
yet never somehow in congealed blood

Year: 
2024
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