Ice on the sidewalk
Sheen from last night’s freezing rain.
Move slow. Watch for cars.
Author: Diane Griffin
Diane is a writer of Fantasy, an intermittent blogger, and a generator of nonsense.
Traffic’s terrible
It’s the weeks before Christmas
We forgot something
When Nor’Easters come
I wish for lavish snowfall
Shut my city down, please
Snow in blackened mounds
Heaped along bleak city streets
Socks wet in my boots
Eight hours of sunlight
Every day in December
Sixteen hours of night
Broadcast From the Brain Radio 
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