Snow
The sky had blanketed
itself with clouds
shaking down snow
coughing ice.
For weeks the curtain
had been drawn tight
over moon luminescence
and sparkling stars
Like a chronic malevolence
the sky kept shaking
fluffy snow feathers
from pillow of clouds
My shoes are broken
my toes are wet
I am aching all over
my spine needs a rest
I have piled it on high
on the roof from the sides
my eyes can’t rest
for fear it'll collapse
Power lines have snapped
can’t turn on the gas
looking at the sky I ask
when will the snow end?
First Place Winner: Brian Strand-All Yours-3/1/21
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