The Ice Age Began in 2019

We then zipped up parkas for the first time,
Left dead trees. No more lemon no more lime.
Alligators dead in three feet of snow;
blood too cold, became rocks in this clime.

The miles that we traveled further south.
No place warm. Everyone with scarf to mouth.
Headless snowmen and mute snowman babies-
effigies- Shamans praying for a drouth.

*update: This poem ended up being a finalist for the day 18  thirty day napowrimo challenge at writers digest.

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