Sandstorms and Rock Salt

A poem for seasonal affect disorder

By Sam SpinelliPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

There’s a sand storm out there

See the frost sweep the windshield

Feel it rock the battered truck

The ice takes form out there

Watch it dance across the field

See it chase the antlered buck

It is NOT warm out there

Plows have left the roads all peeled

They are grey with salted muck

We poor who dorm out there

Wait the day the earth is healed

And Spring shall return our luck

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