Monday, January 20, 2014

Another Poem About Winter and Windows

I've stood at the window several times
this morning to stare at the murderous cold,
as it blows across the few inches of snow
on our driveway.  The white cat asks to go
outside, but then stands in the doorway,
blinks furiously before returning to nap.
Outside a bird screams a terrible warning.
I will go out there to shovel, despite
having nowhere to go.  I know I said
I needed a visit to the library, but
that's not really an obligation.  I think
I'll wait to see how I feel about it later.
For now, I'm going to take a look
out my window.


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