Ice Parlour

The wind blows and wheezes breaths
through the air
containing us - distracting us
we have no time for anything
else - what can we do?
those shiny roads are daunting
patches of golden snow
and the dark, deadly ice
escaping into corners behind
blue and purple coverings
we don't know where
and we immobilizie
we walk slowly  carefully
paying attention   wearing
us down the slow road
of icy wonder...beautiful
from our windows yet
terrorizing us - tiring us
as we try to function
with our daily lives
the golden leaves against
the blue dusted ground
teasing us, making us
the nervous signs
as we follow the
earth's messages