Cloudless days, blue skies easy to fathom,
Paired with ice picks, still overconfident,
When sudden snow blankets our dull kingdom,
And back again to winter’s yearlong front.

Lighted partial sparks in seinen Augen,
Ignored warnings now haunting the present, 
A dense fog bellows like a still Gorgon,
Snakes entangled purring of resentment.

Fake sculptures inundating perceptions, 
Getting up faster after each steep squall,
Routine comfort disturbed by strange captions,
Eyes of the storm pushed back, ending the thrall. 

Sleep soon restored, clarity just returned,
Like a passing ship with cordless anchors,
Spinning on itself chewing its rancors,
Fading like a headless beast, fully churned.

Just a few fallen leaves making some room,
The smell of water evaporating,
Dry people walking their wet dogs who sing,
Life continued with a bit more legroom.