February 3, 2022
February 3, 2022
Miracle Man
Being heavy with snow the sky collapsed,
a nor’easter is causing drifts to mount.
I find poetic concentration lapsed,
snow has increased by a goodly amount.
Ice crystals are forming on front storm door,
in scribbling my name, It’s cold to my touch.
Wife yelling at me while pacing the floor,
I'm penned up inside and in winters clutch.
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