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
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