Winter wind grabbed snow from mid-air
and swept it up from the ground.
Brilliant sun glared so blue and bright,
sun-dogs were screened from view.
Chimneys exhaled into the icy air ~
exhaust flattened and lost steam.
Cold seared my forehead
with winter’s branding iron.
Hot soup, warm blankets and a good book
revived my body, mind and spirit.
“The cold cut like a many bladed knife.”
~ Israel Zangwill, The Big Bow Mystery
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