cold snap

and then it turns

(the weather I mean)

into a shiver

snow squeaking under boot

sun raining frost bullets

in middle of mild winter

taut string struck

with wooden mallet

pure sound rings in room

pure perfect cold

and I in

insulated heated home

let the snap invade my skin because

I am north

I am 49^th parallel

I am prairie

I am Ukraine steppe

I am windswept

I am Bach

I am Paert

I am Schaeffer

I am Stravinsky 

I am home