Merciless wind.
The snow and ice
Of sinner’s sin.
Frozen hearts
Linked end to end.
A chain of no redemption.

Armed with shovel.
Salt the walk
From hub to hovel.
Flanked by banks
Of arctic rubble.
A mountain of contention.

The wicked wicked wintry blast.
More’s the fool
Who thought to ask
Relief from summer’s
Brashest brass
But never his intention.