Whispering Ice Up the Road

 

Well below freezing;
Shadow splash from frigid sun;
Frosty winter morn.

The dirty windows
Filtering the bright sunshine
Flatten the shadows.

Standing at her door,
Olivia chews and chews--
Meditative cow.

Blinding hill of ice
Reflecting the sun's rays
Covers the soft snow.

How frigid the wind
Whispering ice up the road;
My nose is freezing.

Sharp shadows still fall;
Wind still whispers in the woods;
In this hellish cold.

Swishing swiftly past
In a churned up puff of dust--
A silver fuel truck.

With wind at my back
And bright sun in my face
Cold is forgotten.