The chill of your silence is brutally clear;
I may freeze to death, I fear.
I foolishly made a fatal mistake,
and now myself I must forsake.
In your blizzard I’m all alone;
your frost chills me to the bone.
How sorry I am, you’ll never know.
I didn’t mean to make it snow.
Poem & Image: McGuffy Ann Morris
Poem from my book, "Weeds"