by April Ardis Anderson
Through silent winter wafting light
Twas brought a bony chill
Slammed the doors, dusted the mantel
Arousing the soft snoring blaze.
The sharp, quick knit-clicking
Kept time with branch and window
Foundation implied a flustered soul
Swept out into chilly gust.
Speckles poriferated boldly
Possessing no apparent course
Echoes whispered as diamonds landed
Demanding order with icy fangs.