Looking outside my window my eyes were searching for the Global Warming in a frozen world being castigated by the mother of blizzards and I wondered....

From my darkened window the outside world
was wearing its magnificent bride’s gown,
with a tiara made of city lights from far away,
in the center of the heart, the center of the town,
nuptials between a careless and slowing Time
and coming like a blizzard coolest Jack Frost,
we weren’t invited but to crash their party
as the ones that really were left out in the cold.

Not a good time to be homeless on icy streets,
under the bridges, trying to huddle the warmth,
Salvation Army soup gets you going few hours,
then, hunger will continue chewing your bones,
buses with its misty windows hurrying away
people thinking only to get back to their homes
to the fire places and TV dinner, the homeless
remembering those days when people had a job.

Not different this winter of ours to man or pet,
looking outside one is forced to hear the moans,
like a pack of wolves howling to a frozen moon
on our little cosmos, twisting tails in such uproar
for a wind that coming from Siberian tundra’s
with foreign scents of ices that are of eons old,
a land that saw the Mammoth freezing to death,
where no man as yet wandered conquest before.

Plummeting down, Celsius or Fahrenheit…
the birds that didn’t go south are out there now,
I can’t imagine that a few small feathers
can keep the little things, in that blizzard, warm,
as I look outside my Oxelosund iced window
realizing winter can’t touch me, how lucky I was,
remembering a oppressing hot jungle with bullets,
when sweating I wished then, for a winter’s cold.

Sweden Oxelosund’s winter, looking outside…
ours not all that different season…than yours.