Another tree limb drops-
The tinkling crash
Of a falling chandelier
Splits the silence;
The aftermath of
An ice storm –
Drusilla strolls naked,
Shattered ice
Crowning her hair,
Flesh tattooed by frost.

Glittering branches
Plummet about her-
Drusilla giggles-
The world's a crazy,
Fragmented place,
Four jigsaw puzzles
Mingled together
With half the
Pieces missing-
Most of them hers.

Blue-spitting powerlines;
Dying snakes in
Midnight streets-
Sleet hisses
'Round her,
Cherished, blindfolded
Miss Edith in pallid arms-
Barefoot-oblivious,
The wandering dead
Heed not January.

How amusing,
Promenading,
Naked in January
Far from her birth-
Storm-darkened houses
Warm inner life
Know not the storm
Beneath her black hair-
Disheveled and tangled
By hard arctic winds.

Sweet, vicious William,
No longer beside her,
And Papa Angelus…
Drusilla giggles;
While grandmummy
Drifts in the wind-
Leaving Drusilla
Laughing alone,
Walking unhindered,
Naked in January.