These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Mobius: "The Frozen Days"

staring at a captive ward like me
breezing, breathing, shuddering dawn
crossed-arm king of dungeon's daily chill
cramping, noiseless, muscle-locked morn
sentries standing, skylined pines of frost
frigid, humorless, bark-armored waiting
snowful blast of the windchime swaying constantly
chattering, ominous, doleful noon
the house pours sodden rain through soaking hands
constantly tearing, emotional flooding, unknown dusk
gurgling yard swims slowly as through seaweed
flapping, floating, frosty night
huddling plants in soggy greenhouse hope
cheering, hopeful, springish soon
chittering squirrels in sloshy chase abound
insulting, sneering, squealing days
great robin host among the elm tree limbs
singing, blissful, joyful staying
still, amid the waiting storm of cold
frozen, stuck, icy, grassicle days

by Jay O'Toole
on February 18th, 2021