Finally waking from summer hibernation

Snow Dragon creeps out of his icy polar cave

Rising high in the winter sky, where cold crystals fly

His sweeping tail flails snow and ice across the sky

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Riding a massive Alberta Clipper, he gathers frozen steam.

Snorting fiery crystals and plowings snow, he strikes cold fear

Of a big snowy blow…sending them scrambling with silent screams

To fill their fridges before he gets here.

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Like the ten virgins, there are some who wait too long.

Surprised, they find empty shelves swept clean

by the maddening crowd who panics with every thought

of the snow dragon, now on the way.

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Under afghans and blankets they snuggle and hover

Hoping salt on their doorsteps will make him pass over

Water Color Painting: Dwight L. Roth

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today I was one who had to wait an hour and a half in 32 F to get my propane tank refilled before the storm comes through at midnight.

I thought it would be fun to do a variation of the Eugene O’Neal’s play The Ice Man Cometh for my title.