The frozen tundra of my driveway

     laughs in mockery.

Venture forth to step on me?

     You may not.

My icy plates will rise,

     encircling your ankles

     with imbalance.

Impudent human,

     wishing to break

     my sacred tenure.

I grant you dreams

     of melting me,

     scraping me,

     crushing me.

Irrelevant fantasies

     shrinking to the corners

     of chilly bedrooms.

Silly human.

     You must wait

     for spring.