John Lawless Poet Free verse

Winter Bites It

Winter Bites It

The streets are silent
there is no rush hour
no back-up in the William’s tunnel
no bumper to bumper
36 minutes to the Braintree split
The sound of dogs is missing
along with bird bush chatter.
The wind hums coldly
against my windows
an artful frost builds up
on the inside
the old furnace struggles
against the sub zero odds
the cat paws at the door
unaware nature’s litter box
is full.


John G. Lawless
©1/29/2022

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Paul Callus January 31, 2022 at 12:10 PM Brrr I can feel those sub-zero temperatures and winter's chilly offering, John. So nice to make it back home to the comfort of a nice warm fire. ~ Regards // paul

Valsa George January 30, 2022 at 11:22 PM A poem describing the silence and numbness winter brings in the surroundings and also inside. "an artful frost builds up on the inside".... feel the emotion in this line. Great write John !

M. L. Kiser January 30, 2022 at 5:39 PM Beautifully said; hang in there, Spring will come again.dwv

Deb M January 29, 2022 at 4:17 PM Hi John….a lovely poem well described. I love the sentences “the old furnace struggles, against the sub zero odds”. Enjoyed. Debx