10-11-2017, 08:21 AM
First Edit:
Winter Storm
Clouds grey as my brain,
the first snow descends like unwanted thoughts.
I discovered years ago that dormant grass
is best covered before it's trampled
by oblivious feet.
Tomorrow, the roads will be closed.
I'll wear my practiced smile
while you cook breakfast and hum Christmas carols.
Original:
Winter Storm
Clouds grey as a brain.
Ice pellets fall and shatter
like broken dreams.
But fresh snow isn't nearly as cold
as a practiced smile that covers one's face.
Winter Storm
Clouds grey as my brain,
the first snow descends like unwanted thoughts.
I discovered years ago that dormant grass
is best covered before it's trampled
by oblivious feet.
Tomorrow, the roads will be closed.
I'll wear my practiced smile
while you cook breakfast and hum Christmas carols.
Original:
Winter Storm
Clouds grey as a brain.
Ice pellets fall and shatter
like broken dreams.
But fresh snow isn't nearly as cold
as a practiced smile that covers one's face.
Time is the best editor.