aftermath

in the after storm time 

this bright chill 

deceptive calm 

but just as deadly 

for the straight tone 

loneliness 

enters the bones 

of the soul 

and the drifted snow 

invades and deadens 

cracks in the ribcage 

of feeling 

but listen to the 

voice of praise 

create a quinzy 

in the quiet snow 

a dome of 

shelter 

in this harsh life 

of fury and freeze