The cold, dark, longest night follows weeks of frost and frozen wood soaked from warm weathered rains, rotting like time crystallizing blood in white fingers The poverty of the deer wandering snow trails in darkness hunted by wolfie sole survivor of the culled pack World nauseated by the heat of summer sun tilts its pole toward the galactic center yet there lies a heart of darkness and crush of death a super-massive black hole reels in matter for breadth Senseless cold passes slow, interminable ten degrees below Fahrenheit's frost freedom liberating moment of meltwater joke of a theory for deep snow lies ahead Wind harassing thin walls shuddering at 70 m.p.h. challenging Venus to try to remain in place when the spinning Earth has won the race. Bloody sinners boiled the political poverty melting the fat, passing svelte rats to those that don’t know cold months like the tracks of small mammals over the snow After months of semi-dead torpor with rotten snow life will flow through plants again and the longest night stop making sense.
