Normalcy is the still and the grey.
Dull skies for travellers who stay.
Some days, be blessed by the sun.
Most days, go on the run –
Wind & rain always maim pedestrian prey.
However, there is the rare day,
of rainbows, red skies and other Josephs’ play
when Mother Nature’s cruelty has some fun
upon Assault Below Zero.
You don’t see it. So they say.
When it hits, it hits hard – this Winter Doomsday.
All colours shall fade, even grey will succumb.
So says the clean, crisp white of oblivion.
Life drains, time stops, innocence will pay.
It’s Assault Below Zero.
By D.C. Wood (05.02.2013)