After the icestorm

early morning winter trees
are bent and diamond clad,
everything is wishing
for the warmer times they've had. . .

icycles are everywhere
they hang from all the eaves,
as i walk this wonderland
the cold tugs at my sleeves. . .

both the cats are with me
like puffed up balls of fur,
showing their contempt of cold
with such catlike hateur. . .

lifting in the frozen east
is an orb of cherry red,
it is the long awaited sun
from whom the warmth will spread

1978