when nothing changed
and winters dragged on
chimneys choked
snow put out flames
inched towards doors
piled at windows
and though the land
looked soft
as if smothered
under eiderdown
each day was a pillow
held over our faces
nothing grew
except long icicles
above the windows
like stalactites
we broke off
and licked like lollipops
our only hope
the wireless
not even crystal voices
of reporters
could take our minds
off this ice age
as we licked
our chapped lips
waiting for the weather
like beggars
hoping to get some change.