Accompaniment

One of those frigid-finger beginnings today - not 

exactly freezing, although in a way the simile all 

but rendered redundant; why does frost have to 

be evident before we can gaga and blench - the 

nose dribbles anyway; there’s as much wisdom 

in the nose as the fingers, and on a cold day its 

supposed their mutual ‘assent’ is an equilibrium 

you’d have tried to invent to insist you survive 

Tho th' sun has a say, its as a proponent with a 

put mildly, liberal, opinion playing a missing-key 

denouement exactly, &, as such, by rising to an 

event but post the occasion is solar’s way to be 

freed such responsibility - a role comfortably in 

tune with our frigid-fingered accompaniment 

© 5 June 2015, I. D. Carswell