Frosted City Flakes

A nipping change in barometric pressure prods

its frosty tongue at the ever warming planet.

A gentle kiss is blown by the servant clouds,

and the orange city suddenly becomes as cold as granite.

Unsatisfied, the desperately shivering lips invade the

atmosphere and flakey white tears trickle down to the raw soil.

Black iron lamp posts are painted pale, the asphalt alabaster,

and the glittery headlights pearl - the brownstones silver, and

the autumn dog parks a brisk vanilla swirl. The first tickle of

winter has finally arrived in Boston...a transition that

softens the hardened landscape into a chilled wintery cotton.