Monday, February 16, 2015

Snow Day

puppies frolic in fresh snow
children with sleds slide down slippery hillsides
bikes leave their mark,
one wavy line, then two, back to one.
the trees are dressed in pure white
the sound of cars muffled, an 
occasional buzzing of studded snow
tires chatter on the road.
A bench gazes out at the creek at the 
bottom of the bank, no one is sitting
there but it is not lonely.

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