a snowy Monday
peppered shots fired; deaths;
(Colorado pain)
a Sunday ski day
is not equal to church time
(it's so much better)
quarantine closures
plus trapped-home anxiety
delayed this moment
yet, the smile wins
a year later, we made it
(a taste of freedom)
winter sunrise strokes
as soft as with a paintbrush
with red glow on snow
power lines define
the hidden energy here
ready to rise up
a long-shadowed pup
feels tall in the morning light
ready for the day
the sun god returns
leaving only soft snow drifts
to battle today
only two days late
the snow has taken over
(Lord, save us from drought)
no real snow day
just a cat and a puzzle
dreaming of travel
preparing for snow
though it seems another farce
(thank you climate change)
will the sign survive?
will Snowpocalypse happen?
or are we all flakes?
will a blizzard blow?
is March too late for shovels?
Friday, we will know.
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