A year’s worth
of black ice and its freezing snow
cakes the hillsides. It drags down
the eaves of roofs in thick bullets
always considering their options or
drops down the chimney to blacken
the once-smoking hearth, inducing
a tremble shaken all around.

I have strapped on
the last of my winter weight,
and feel I could sink through the floor. 

(Source: inchesgiven)