A
Chill
In the
Air
Dabs of
Snow
Here and
There
A
Sight
Now less
Rare
The coast
Is
Clear
No one
Is
Near
Pick up your feet
Get it in
Gear
Off the path
Do not
Veer
Thin ice instills
A hint of
Fear
Up the side street
Or
Down the main
Road
Either direction
A
Heavy
Load
Weary dreary
Bleary eyed
Soul shuddering
Ghastly sighs
Snow laden
Ashen skies
Dankness deepens
Clowns cry
In dark crevice
Let me lie
Till it passes
Bye & bye
Wordless Wednesday – (02/27/19)
Wind sculpted
Snow
Layered pure
White
Offspring of
Blizzard’s
Howling
Night
Blew every
Which
Way as it
Might
From our
Resolve
Taking hefty
Bites
Placating
Disdain
Come morning’s
Sights
Silent Sunday – (02/24/19)
