Snowcaps
by John R. Greenwood
top-hat sentinels
shivering beside the garage
patiently waiting for warmth
afraid to move
fearful of cracking in the
plummeting night temps
stiff like a board
lacking soft arms to snuggle
they must hunker down
one more long dark night
their only comfort
the solace of 60 watts
brrrr
No comments:
Post a Comment