Doctor Grandma

Winter. I remember you.

Thought I had left you behind.

Deep gray clouds,

barely light,

Snow descends upon us.

Snow plows! don’t exist in the South,

clear the roads for drivers,

The Sun in all its glory, hides,

We cannot see your face,

Fill us with your radiance

and clear these clouds away.

cfblack, 1-3-2020

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