The Snow Demons
are running amok
where I live
near Seattle.
I like the cold and the ice
and
I love
to hear
my Sun Worshipping friends
gnashing their teeth
and crying over their flip flops
banished under their beds
until
nightfall
when they are pulled out from the darkness
and wept over, held by shaking hands
tenderly
in the coldness, in the Winter
that has no end.