Wind from this snow squall
The drafty windows rattle
My aunt made this quilt
Category: poem
Boots slide from under
Coccyx smacks street like anvil
Damn you, foul black ice!
Early morning moon
Faint light sparkles on new snow
Echoing the stars
The wind on Main Street
Whistling down concrete canyons.
Coat zipper broken
Lazy November
Leaves hang entombed in thick ice
Wind blows. Glass parade.
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