Snug

Last night’s wind roared blizzard cold
into our room, dragged in mares of snow
drifts and children lost until I shut the window.

This morning, squeaky cold and sun scoured
and still; last week’s fleet squirrels print
sky blue between the trees and snowbirds tweet.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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