Nine Below Zero

I'm not apocalyptic but
I hear the soil speaking
From under frozen Chicago
Ice. Just the other winter
Day trees were lured to bud
In cool sunshine. A new
Record temp the weatherman said
Now howling hawk wind
Sings the nine below zero blues
Inside car rolling on eroded roads
Subscription radio bad news noise
Back ground for prayers and
Meditations as soil whispers to soul
Response to silently screamed pleas:
What the hell is going on. Frozen
Soil whispers: listen
Old ass poet. Like the earth prophet said:
Bend down low. I'll tell you
What I know.

by Gregory Powell

Comments (1)

Greg, such an awesome write...10.+++