Fourth Saturday

Wind gusts, tires’ chains clink,
Snow tapping on jacket’s hood,
Snowplow’s mighty roar.

Horizontal rail,
Slanted snow, roiling river,
Twirling windborne leaf.

Sledding children laugh,
Spin down pine grove’s slippery hill,
Tumble into drift.


  1. Keith Michael says:

    You actually went to/sat on your bench Saturday morning!?.

    Surprise, surprise, Millie was not so adventurous.


  2. SJ Rozan says:

    Keith — So I’m clearly even nuttier than Millie. Oh my. Anyway, I tried to sit there Sunday, but from tonight’s post you can see what happened.

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