Click-stream rip tide.
Well by feline feeding time.
Sunless cold, cradled in the dark.
Really should have.
How about just not?
Morning would be meaner.
Not the way to start a day, unless it can’t be helped.
Brain-freeze and should-have bantering,
brooming sets and drifts.
Airborne, played by wind, curtain-carried white.
Slippery banister, lights just right.
Gusted hostas, sculpted ice.
A pocket phone for fear of falling.
Over-ridden, night-cast calling:
melodic whistling, otherwise quiet,
sharpened sculptures by layers and last,
hint back to warmth, pretty in the past.
So gorgeous in present.
Advantages exist for shoveling at night.
A fashion-less show, weather demanded:
bull’s eye red coat, Michigan-Michelin style.
Plus puffed purple gloves, hounds-tooth & hemmed hat.
Photo-ops. No qualms, anymore.
Can’t order pizza, if there’s no path to the door.