Words unfold upon aboard,

Spools unspool within labyrinths hiding in our minds’ dashboards.

Arbors’ ash with nothing but unclad wood

Void of spring’s furnishings sits within snow’s mounting snood.

Polar air---Oh what a bully!---digs at roots to sully

That soul within not its cully.

Piano music, violin, floats upon warmth and joy,

Noon through to night, ahoy,

As howling winds knock at doors,

Its icy unforgiving col...