Madison, early January
The air is thin
The streets sheeted white
Not long now
Til the sun goes down
The city's vacant
All the students on study break
The landscape is a blanket
From campus to Camp Randall
From the forest to the frozen lake
No one around
See the air move, feel the wind howl
All the summer trails you trotted down
Have all but disappeared for now
The Capitol sidewalk seems fair for this time of year
I know this is just the start of another northern winter
Sure someday spring will come
Til then I'll keep this frozen air in my lungs
Run around this isthmus
I went home four days for Christmas
Stare across Mendota
The whole thing frozen over
Lose the skyline in the peripheral swirl
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