The snow burns every surface it touches,
Coating everything in white fire.
I give my body up to the windy inferno
When I step outside into a storm of pallid ash.
I sweat in the layers of clothing, coat and boots,
That guard against the wind and snowdrift
That sear my cheeks and ungloved fingers.
Scorched by a torrid noreaster, I push
Against the stinging wind to get to the store,
To buy food and tea for a hot meal.
At times, I miss those Texan days in summer,
The gentle breeze blowing away the sun
Bleached into my skin, chilling me.
All I knew then was ice water
And shade, the blowing fan that put me to sleep.
But it won’t be long before I return home
To visit family and friends for a crisp Christmas,
Not long before I’m free of blistering sleet,
Chilling with friends, margarita in hand.