S. Kornfeld

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Poems: Cabin Fever

Cabin Fever

The snow is tedious now.
No more picturesque
"blankets" and "shrouds"
so typical in poetry.

Now it's all just crystallized mud,
and even where it's nice out
the snow is tracked to bits
with footprints 
and ski tracks.

The trees are no longer in caricature
exaggerated by white outline.
They're just trees
without leaves.
And they crackle in the wind.

Cabin fever sits inside.
"Please go away"
you say.

In the distance a car slides on ice.

Mine can't get out of the driveway.

The wheels turn in frustrating rotation
liquid and slush
gravel and ice
beneath my wheels,

under my thoughts

making cold mud.