Wednesday, March 25, 2026

Emily D and Snow a poem

The storm's snow sweeps
Through the bare branches
Of the evergreen trees
Shivering outside my bedroom window
Wind-blown white flurries
Blight out not the green,
But the gray, brown, black, white
Of the somber landscape
Of winter in New England__
Swarms of snowflakes
Swirling
Before my window
A hand on the cold glass
A palm cold
On the cold glass
The touch of winter___
In a room
Warmed by a wood fire
Press my lips to the glass
Not your kiss
The cold kiss of winter
With the warmth of summer
Months away
From my bedroom window__

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