Sore shoveling woes,
burdensome back toils
reverberate wintry souls.
Blowing famously cold,
frostbitten desire sputters
in an icebox hearth.
Aching complete,
muscles meat-grinder torn
sweating pain’s release.
Two feet pearl piles,
tower over dying husks
enveloped in white wonderment.
Homes become solace,
morph into window locks,
stare as white bleeds into brown.
Browning the once pure,
corrupting Gaea’s innocence,
trapped human futility.
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