Self Preservation
The snow is piling high on rooftops.
On sidewalks and all around.
We might as well be fur- clad Eskimos
Sleeping on frozen ground.
My nose and toes are cold as ice.
They've turned a shade of grayish-blue.
From between tall drifted snowbanks,
Twinkling lights are shining through.
The snow-gates have opened onto us.
A record snowfall with no thaw.
I pray we make it through December
And next Christmas we'll be in Florida.
And next Christmas__________.
By Mariannajo
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