Peter C Venable’s most recent poem to appear here was At 5 AM.
By Peter C Venable
Last night God anointed creation
with freezing drizzle. Trees and shrubs
bowed in homage. Dark houses groaned
under thickening ice.
Eerie, this hush–
shadows of icicles silently sawed
through whiteness until a limb snapped
and crashed on barbed wire grass.
In the basement den we huddled,
ancient hominids snuggling in caves.
Our breaths formed clouds on the ceiling
until we plummeted into melodious sleep.
Morning. Shards of light pricked our eyes.
Pushing the sliding glass open,
torrents of drops splattered everywhere
and tubes of ice exploded on the roof and deck.