Seasons Ii
Came
snow flakes
onto hands
grown arthritic,
hands wanting mittens.
Flaunting, frigid Mother
displaying her wicked winds
with a thoughtless ferocity.
Only a crackling fire brought
a heart lifting in anticipation.
for Constance "Let It Snow" contest
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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