Poem: March’s Last Hurrah

So, we had a bit of a snow storm here in New York this past week. Oy. Thank you, Stella. Like any woman, really. Oh so beautiful, but certainly packs a powerful punch!

crunchy, crunchy

snow bank

liquid white

and falling

 

boots and mittens

sniffley noses

cheeks beet-red

with shoveling

 

kids and sleds

where’s the car?

winter’s last hurrah

…in March.

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