Winter Evening, After Much Snow
Plows pound the shoreline of the storm.
When their wave has passed, the shovels
emerge like crabs and get busy. The full moon,
distant jellyfish, drifts over the becalmed buildings.
Plows pound the shoreline of the storm.
When their wave has passed, the shovels
Those images work!
Thanks Mary!
Hope you are staying warm!
Yep, back in the mid 40s these last few days. LOTS of melting.
Distant jellyfish! How lovely. Another line I wish I’d written!
Thanks Robert. That is always the highest compliment–
Just the truth, Jeff.