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.