Passengers
A froth of snow crusts the ground,
fixing in place the remaining blades of green grass
and outlining the metal edges of stop signs.
The road weaves wearily through the
freshly white washed landscape
with its distant, dusted, granite outcroppings.
Fellow travelers in blanketed cars whoosh passed
chunks of icy snow fly, lambasting the negligent bumper hugger.
Warmed by the wheels spin the asphalt seizes its shivering.
Weighted wires laden and humming unburden themselves
upon frosted windshields with undignified plops
and so the momentary beauty of a winter morn passes.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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