Wednesday, March 4, 2015

3.3.15 A small spring snowstorm turns freezing rain before my eyes



Out the back door, the night remains
a comfy 28•, the air I draw
far into my lungs
cold, delicious with each breath

Standing in slippers, in
zipped up sweatshirt I 
toss the split tennis ball so
high in the air as the
pup leaps off the ground
landing in the deep snow
smiling happily to play

A small spring snowstorm
turns freezing rain
before my eyes the sky
lit as a backdrop of full moon

 somewhere beneath the
snow laden clouds and I
find myself counting
all my blessings here


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