Snowing like an apoidea opening here at the moment

The night,
ever a vicious foe,
took daylight’s hope
and froze it over,
left the solitary sun
with nowhere to go.

Luckily for we heathens,
the church spire,
doubtless in an effort
to diversify its reach,
doubles up as an icepick
to save the day.

God must have ordered
a new recruitment drive.
 
We live in a bit of a black hole here in the shadow of the East Yorkshire Wolds.
We haven’t had any snow in and around the town, but lots of frost and ice.
We don’t have to travel far to find snow though!
 
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