winter correspondent
nothing new on the cold front
the snow plows throwing up trenches
guarded by tangled snakes' nests
of overlooked garden hoses
refugees with hot cocoa
long johns and ear muffs
hoping for a cheap flight
elsewhere
winter is reclaiming the world
it is paratrooping in one flake
at a time
into muffled beauty
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-11-30 at 11:02
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