Artic Circle, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Moving through the tundra
The craven blizzards bleach
The permafrost making meals
For both predator and prey
Sparce, if not impossible
A hellscape at the center
Of Dante’s ninth circle
February flirts a little
With the notion
Their frozen purgatory
Will give way to thaw
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Keep in mind, I am an atheist, but also a former Catholic. All of this is metaphor for how much I hate the cold. Ironically, in Dante’s Inferno Satan is not in a pit of molten fire, but frozen from the waste down in a lake of ice at the center of the 9th circle of hell.