Elizabeth reads the Guns of Winter

''Guns of Winter'' or Invernale by David Hart Now the powdered chimney's breath Exhales canescent puffs Cruel wiley winter blasts harsh Pummelling all in it's icy sights Houses grimace grotesquely and eaves groan moanfully Donning a new set of crystalline teeth Anon, shivering birds seem hesitant Swathed in winter's slicing binds Icily gothic chandelier trees Their crackly boughs must cleave Obedient to the will of winter's might The crucible cold holds all to it's sniping tribulations Pelican trucks gooble up white streets People hug themselves more these days, While crunchshuffling along, teeth blurred clattering in a symphony of spasm grunting cars. 2002DavidHartUSA