tension tingles in the air,

beads of frozen iron.

All the talk’s of fronts, of air,

cold, precipitation.

Weather there’s an in-between

the now and what is coming

it might as well have never been

against the future numbing

frost and frozen water drops

white as tufted ice-balls.

We rush to board up home and shops

and wait until the snow falls.

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