Hotlanta
A blanket of white
Adorns the ground
Two red cardinals
Find their sound
A veil of ice
Atop the drive
Winter’s orders
To stay inside
Sparkling eyes
Study the screen
They grow wide
A frosty dream
School is closed
Confirmation
Untouched snow
Outside, waiting
A subtle crunch
With every step
Leaving footprints
Right and left
In Icy Atlanta
A day of fresh powder
Has the magic of Santa
And equivalent doubters
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2019
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