The Polar Vortex

Everything needs a snappy name,
Including this buss of authentic winter
In which pipes freeze and baby buds shrivel,
Birds huddle, eyes dribble sleety tears,
Ears go numb and toe-tips tingle.
No wise man leaves his cozy bed
To face such a potent enemy.

"You call this cold? This ain't no cold.
We have real cold in Saskatoon.
This cold is coolish, nothing more.
Strap on your skates. Don'

The Polar Vortex