Whispers Poem by Tony Adah

The clime dims down in cold clouds
My teeth chatter
I am cold, real frost bites here
The clouds have thickened
And a parked car looks like an igloo

Yes snow is wedding the earth
And stump walls wear their white dresses
Trees dripping with icicles
Weeping in the cold

The wintry wind says a conversation in whispering notes with the pines
Garden shrubs bend
And on their back the snow drips like a fall but on the other side

My nose takes a picture
And drips in phlegm
That gives a salty taste
I am here
Snow is here.


Winter has come.