ICE Storm
This cold, grey January
An ICE storm threatens
Nay, is upon us
Visiting violence
Bloodshed
Death
Threatening to consume
All we hold dear
It falling to We the People
To weather the furies
And return the warmth
Of Justice and Truth
To our shattered Nation’s soul
Weather or Not
Weather or not
We shall go on
Wind or rain
Sleet or hail
Weather or not
This time anon
Our world will turn
On without fail
For does not matter
‘Tis clear or cloudy
Still or windy
Foul or fair
Weather or not
New dawn awakens
Fresh chance presenting
Ours to avail
[untitled haiku]
An eye to weather
And steady hand upon helm
Will yield a true course
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