Sandstorms and Rock Salt
A poem for seasonal affect disorder
By Sam SpinelliPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Rémi Jacquaint on Unsplash
There’s a sand storm out there
See the frost sweep the windshield
Feel it rock the battered truck
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The ice takes form out there
Watch it dance across the field
See it chase the antlered buck
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It is NOT warm out there
Plows have left the roads all peeled
They are grey with salted muck
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We poor who dorm out there
Wait the day the earth is healed
And Spring shall return our luck
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Woahhh! The imagery is vivid—frost, sandstorms, and grey salted roads—yet there's a subtle optimism woven in there. It’s like a reminder that tough times don’t last forever, and spring is always on its way. Well done! ✨