snow lingers on the northern slope

though I have the doors open because the day was warm enough

to go out without a coat and crunch in the fragile ice

still stretched over puddles like saran wrap

you wear your coat and complain about being too warm

I laugh at you but shiver

when a cloud challenges the weakness of the sun

comfort is a fleeting thing

here but gone before we know it left

only a gray shadow of its passing

traces chill bumps on our arms

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About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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