poetry

waiting for snow

waiting for snow

all day
that tingle of anticipation
getting things done
while they still can be
groceries bought
wood split
sun basked in
walk taken

now all that’s left
is for the wind to shift
clouds to fuzz the sky
and the slow white moths
to begin to tuft the trees

we’re waiting for permission
to withdraw from the world

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