The Big Chill of 2015

 

Day after day, week after week, a cruel wind tore off the steppes of Siberia, across the picnic table

 

and into the woods, where it wrapped snow intestines around the mainline

and blew insulation around the taplines

 

while the deer dragged their feet onward, ever onward.

A person felt grateful for shelter;

A person felt grateful for shelter;

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others retreated to their hillside condos,

Home Sweet Home

but the mice were coziest of all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Looping around to another blog season, ready to tap the English language, Welcome, Readers.

 

 

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