soft taps on the window as twilight gives way
overtaken by groans of the furless, when the auto start fails
the scraping of plastic, against the frosted, jagged windshield
revealing the pink supple skin, surrounding virgin fingernails
the gasp of a breath when it touches the flesh
the guttural growl, as we wade through this mess
the death-rattle sigh, of not knowing how to dress
the heart dropping reality that nothing will aid our distress
a parade of red taillights, mirroring their reflection
on the glasslike stretch of road, looking in either direction
setting the tone and the mood for the year
oh my gosh, I can't wait until spring makes this all disappear
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
You created some really nice visuals. I had forgotten about the joys of scraping the ice off the windshield from when I lived in the US. No such thing in Australia even at the peak of winter.
Winter is the best! Gotta cherish it before it blows away
Good job, but without the frost and snow of winter there would be no Spring in the way we are used to.
This is such a sensory rich poem. Loved the images you created!
This beautifully paints the harsh, frozen reality of winter mornings with a touch of stark, relatable humor