Shadows winged across the frozen pond,
Vague until the white hurricane gained,
Fury, then red-lighted, air, rail, and road commuters.
Folks sought havens securely bonded,
Where forest and field looked the same,
And shadows winged across the frozen pond.
The fury rose high, from dust to dawn,
Wages of death her path proclaimed,
And red-lighted air rail, and road commuters.
The streets were bare, she jeered the looter,
And heaved them waves of frozen gain,
While shadows winged across the frozen pond.
Forecasters, hastily exploded the sonde,
Struggling to make their forecast plain,
That red-lighted air, rail, and road commuters.
The velocity was the white hurricane,
Who staged stillness, grief, and pain,
Shadows winged across the frozen pond,
And red-lighted air, rail, and road commuters.