A Great Many Signs of a Very Bitter Cold to Come
And how we measured them, how we watched the clouds in the morning, watched the soot in our hearths for sparks. Wolves more fierce. The air like thorns in our eyes. Nails springing from the walls. Our shoes hard as bone. How we hoped we were wrong, and knew we weren’t. The stones breaking beneath the skin of the field. The wild animals trying to get in.