Earmuffs: A Poem

The world,
Hilltop and street corner
Encased in gray wrapping
As snow whizzes,
Dressing big blue mailboxes
And street lamps.

A glacial wind,
Tangles the hair
Of sidewalk wanderers
And nighttime gypsies.

Winter drafts
Prick our ears
And curl around the skin
We try to hide.

Whispering whirlwinds
Holler the names
We wish to never hear again,
So we put on earmuffs.

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