Cold Rain Chuckles

Cold rain chuckles Gurgles down the drain Counting coup upon A blurry windowpane Birds huddle in bare trees Dare not go aloft Squirrels still hunt for food Because the earth’s still soft Lonely sits a spider’s web Flecked in diamond dew Shimmering in winter’s breath Nor’easter comin’ through John G. Lawless ©12/16/2022