white flakes falling
animals hide
children collide
playing outside
in the cold...
by the fire we sit
all warm and cozy,
listening to the tunes
on the radio,
cable is down
our dog's in the pound
we have no means
of retrieval...
lost in the snow
is the ghost of us all
as we fret and complain
about the chill...
and all's we know
is it ain't like the fall
but spring don't arrive
until much later.
January 11, 2025
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