Forty below...the place where the mercuries meet

Smoke pours from the chimney
Desperately trying, to keep the house warm
Drifting sideways
In search of escape, on a windless day

Smoke and icy haze, hang suspended
As if painted, onto the background sky
Wisps of smoke, miles from their source
Vainly search for a hole in that sky

Frozen sky...and stony cold ground
Frosted trees stand like sentries
Guarding a silent and frozen world
Nothing moves...the world looks empty