Thursday, November 29, 2007

Roadside Winter

white curls by roadside
startle
with their beauty
like
plumes from an exotic bird
a milky fog
during the night
enrobed tumbleweeds with a frothy sheen
as i drive south
shivering, twisting, unrelenting serpents
bar my way as the powdery snow
blows
shifting
distracting
hypnotic
across the cold gray road
i go on
but want to stop
the sun will shine soon
and the rich, white robes of winter
will be gone

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