it begins in the far, upper reaches
of the north; some might suggest
at the very top of the world.
tiny whispers at first, a whistle, a hiss —
soon, a screaming, screeching banshee.
its momentum builds and grows and expands
across forests, lakes, rivers & ponds,
vast acres of woodland, mountains and plains,
spreading south into the disjointed States.
frigid cold, a raw & hungry wind —
a relentless ferocity that inundates the land.
seasons shift within seasons
and time is held captive
to the merciless impulses of nature.




















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