Cold does not see class.
Nor race, religion –
Where you come from,
where you are now
and where you plan to go in the future.
Cold is egalitarian.
Cold is just.
When the trees wake up in a panic
wondering where their rust-hued hair
has gone –
they stand
side by side
with the children, waddling penguins in their parkas
as the school bus is late again.
Unspoken Politics 