Marietta's Eye's

i'd awakened to the sound of the broken flapping screen door as the snow man nose vanished within the rushing wind that blew empty cartons torn ribbons and tattered bows while Christmas lights grew dim rusty chimes whispered behind the wooden shacks and old shanty homes as winter rose over the good tidings and festive gatherings meeting me at the street light with no mittens I"d ask for a bit of sun a warm breeze above winters crisp bitterness charmed I suppose slipping my hands into my pockets quietly i'd utter ah it's springtime again