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
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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