feeling the poetry nudge again....
[so here's a poem, monolog-ish, of the winter here so far]
winter
playing hide & seek with us
trading places with summer
the Earth is a yo-yo
at least the part I live in
summer temps
then winter comes
a sprinkle of snow
that within hours
is not remembered
as regular folks go out in T-shirts
even within a day
the hours pass
the temp drops
we begin in summer numbers
that slowly fall
into winter
what a strange winter
this is
b.e. noll
no real title to this. It's mostly a type & post one.
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