First Freeze illustration of two owls dressed in overcoats

First Freeze

For ice like this,
tuned to the whisk
of a skater's waltz,

a sudden freeze–
single degrees,
not a breath of breeze–

the kind of cold
the turtles heard
last fall, calling in
the late sweet sun

Come in
Come down

John Barr/from The Hundred Fathom Curve:  New & Collected Poems
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