Tuesday, January 7, 2014
A little late night free verse...
Polar Vortex Ponderings
Copyright 2014, Chele Coyne
The neighbor’s wind chimes
Dance a frantic jig,
Their clamor nearly drowning out
The wind’s psychotic howling.
Media fanfare heralds the “Polar Vortex”,
Which sends the mercury plummeting,
As temperatures wave to zero
On their way down to double digit negatives.
Tomorrow’s tides will ferry sheet ice along
On its journey towards the city,
Bald eagles riding these frozen rafts
Like Hudson Line commuters,
Sharp eyes trained on the water,
In search of a likely fish,
While Gotham’s imported workforce
Look up from smartphones long enough
To marvel at the wild nearby
On this frosty winter morning.