December Storm
Guest post by Taylor Graham. Thank you my friend.
DECEMBER STORM
Daylight thin as tap-water,
as gray hairs through a comb.
Phone and power out
since yesterday. Snow
to shovel; driveway a barricade
of broken oak limbs.
Sun’s an asperity, red eye
of weather’s bird of prey.
On the deck, sparrows
hunker on their bellies,
pecking seed. Shall I
donate my hands to warm
them? But my fingers
have been taken by the cold.
DECEMBER STORM
Daylight thin as tap-water,
as gray hairs through a comb.
Phone and power out
since yesterday. Snow
to shovel; driveway a barricade
of broken oak limbs.
Sun’s an asperity, red eye
of weather’s bird of prey.
On the deck, sparrows
hunker on their bellies,
pecking seed. Shall I
donate my hands to warm
them? But my fingers
have been taken by the cold.
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Icy, Oh, not fun :(
rainfield, you crack me up, yes, please do :D
Karen, so am I. I'm not used to having seasons.
Autumn Belle, thank you and have a wonderful holiday
Vanilla Seven - :) I know
Lucy, and to you and yours as well my friend. Thanks so much
betchai, that is the beauty of living on the West coast. Have a fantastic holiday :)