Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Bad Weather

The streets are quiet and the schools are closed.
Ol'man winter drizzles rock candy on roads.

The yard is covered with ice that crackles,
and there's no seed left for the hungry grackles.

Two grey and mauve doves stand plump by the gate,
Until we can get out, they'll have to wait.

I color two hills, make the snow light blue,
one house with a smoke stack, and green pine trees, two.

This winter day whispers, "wait" in the wind,
I color while mother has socks she will mend.

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