boiled frosting on chilled
pumpkins, covering red and
blue signs. on tired steps
huddled newspapers wait and
watch cars turn into mountains.
Filed under Poetry
Tagged as another year of too early for snow, if you don't like the weather in new england wait a minute, nature, poetry, tanka, weather, winter
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