at the first drop of
the coming blizzard, we
dug deeply into our
comforters, took
cover, drew
warmth from
long, expectant
breaths –
before the first drop
reached us, they
dug deeply into their
battle boots, stepped
out, drew
determination from
the grey,
weighty sky
.
20110113:2144
y
at the first drop of
the coming blizzard, we
dug deeply into our
comforters, took
cover, drew
warmth from
long, expectant
breaths –
before the first drop
reached us, they
dug deeply into their
battle boots, stepped
out, drew
determination from
the grey,
weighty sky
.
20110113:2144
y
Cool poem, “Y”. The photo reminds me that I must brave the cold and go get my mail. Love the light in the photo.
aww…thank you! (smile) stay warm!
LOL–I like the combination of truck-plow, sign, mailbox and snow. It all works together than it would separately.
thank you – it is almost too crowded! (smile)