Saturday, January 21, 2012

Winter here


Dim brightness.
Brown sleep, fluffy white, grey slush, and around again.

Tight, dry skin, desperate back scratches.

Long, straight tracks criss-crossing through our snowy acre.
Deer nibbling at remnants around our notorious crooked apple,
squirrels excavating our exhausted garden beds.

Socks, quilts, snuggies, fleece.
Warm mugs, steamy drinks.

Angry plows, salty boots.

Afternoon exhaustion, prayers to mother nature, springtime desperation.

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