ESCAPE THE SNOWSTORM

The Dead walk the bitter cold.

Florida nights have lost their charm.

Wolf may be centuries old,

But he will never do me harm.

THE DEAD GAME

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FOUR MEN

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I see men

Walking

In the cold

Coming closer to my home.

Snow swirls around them.

Feet crunch on ice.

Four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view.

I must run.

I must hide.

Four men.

 

SNOW FALLING

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I dream of snow

Wrapped in a bow.

Some cold cheer

Is needed here.

THE FIRST SNOWSTORM

 

Snow covers the ground

with its white purity.

Everything is

whispered clean.

Sounds are muted.

Animals go into hiding.

A hush falls.

We’re able to take a deep breath,

step back,

and enjoy the beauty.

There’s no hurry.

Cars are buried.

Mass transit is shut down.

We have time for family

and snow ball fights.

Sleds sliding down

newly created hills.

Hot chocolate

in front of the fire.

Marshmallows roasting

on sticks.

I have my boots and gloves.

I’m ready!