Doctor Grandma

There is a beauty in it,this cold,

this frozen landscape

of snow,

the barren trees reaching up

against a sky of grey,

the sunlight glistening

like frosting on a cake,

fingers, cold inside of gloves,

feet that start to ache,

dogs sniffing anything

they come across that day,

The coldness of a night sky

with a million stars,

the Big Dipper sparkling

above us, where we are.

cfblack, 2-8-2021

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