A poem for the freezing cold

"Polar Low"

With another polar vortex on the way for those of us located in the Northeast of the United States, I thought I’d share an older poem of mine, “Polar Low.” I enjoy writing about winter, the cold, the snow, and ice—you may have noticed!

Stay warm, friends.

—JM

Polar Low

Half-sheathed in ice
a yellow double-wide trailer

mirrors the inarticulate morning. 
The amnesiac sun.

And nothing else
to contrast these variations of white

and thicket 
choked by thicket

in thin piles that dim the perimeter.

Every other noun 
frozen over.