frost

 

like piles of snow up

against the back door — the wind

swirls the icy flakes

into little pirouettes

diamond flakes flashing

in the winter sun.

the words i want to say pile

up against that door

all i can do is look away and

close my eyes to dream of spring

 

 

 

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