Sounds About Frost
Emitting From My House
soft taps on the window as twilight gives way
overtaken by groans of the furless, when the auto start fails
the scraping of plastic, against the frosted, jagged windshield
revealing the pink supple skin, surrounding virgin fingernails
the gasp of a breath when it touches the flesh
the guttural growl, as we wade through this mess
the death-rattle sigh, of not knowing how to dress
the heart dropping reality that nothing will aid our distress
a parade of red taillights, mirroring their reflection
on the glasslike stretch of road, looking in either direction
setting the tone and the mood for the year
oh my gosh, I can't wait until spring makes this all disappear
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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