straggler nor vehicle
navigates streets tonight,
my town is locked down
while yet another
blizzard blows in
dumping white shite
covering branches,
bending young ones
even closer
to mounds below.
snow falls heavily,
a curtain of numbing white,
not the champagne of sheers
but colourless white
that I abhor,
covers the night scape
while I stand peering out
shaking my head
at the task awaiting
me in the morn.
Yup....about sums it up perfectly...
ReplyDeleteThe doves are roosting on the pergola now so there is hope Michelle :)
DeleteI am growing weary of it also...But - spring and summer have always made it's way here, at least as long as I've been alive. Aren't coming soon enough, though.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a testament to our hardiness but we have faith Casey.
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