Chilblains
When pleasures dim
In the bright of day
Cumulus shadows
Where heavens pray.
Voices ricocheting valley
Echos nestle still
Then that eerie silence
Grabs you from the chill.
Bitting to the core
Chittering rattling jaw
Eyes blood red and eager
For now entering "SODS LAW".
Nose to nose Jack Frost
Redder than Rudolph Myth
Running like a river
Anxieties flood forthwith.
Faster than collaboration
Mind scattering little kids
Washed up mixed emotions
To the relief of closed eyelids.