A grandly dismal winter day: the sky's
The grubby color of the snow that's
Melting underneath. The streets
Are strips of salt and sand which
Bear the filthy vehicles of cheerless
Drones in overcoats whose jobs
Take them from home before it's
Light, and only let them come back
When the light has gone. Two more
Months of this, at least, of cold and
Dim, depressing skies, a tableau
Of such wretchedness it must be
Labeled grand.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-09 at 21:00

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Yes, such wretchedness must be labeled grand. Fuck the cold, man.

Another grim portrayal. Thank God, it doesn't snow in Kathmandu. :D

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
It kind of takes all the joy of that first snow so many praised.
I remember that very well. Your descriptions are always vivid enough to take us there and slip and slide on that ice and cold.
Well done.