Winter Above the Circle

Winter lasts eight months. No sun for three of those. None.

Temps cold enough to freeze your eyelids together.

Wind gusts to 50 knots — enough to sever a finger caught in a door.

We grin and bear it, watch our hand placement, and pray for a summer that never comes.

Copyright © 2021 by Jim Latham

Photo by Chris Marquardt on Unsplash