Dec 2019
i couldn’t care less
that my feet are wet
my jeans with the holes
keep my knees cold
i don’t really mind
my fingers like ice
i’ll still take the long way home
good things happen when it snows
that my feet are wet
my jeans with the holes
keep my knees cold
i don’t really mind
my fingers like ice
i’ll still take the long way home
good things happen when it snows
today is the second snow of the season! it has barely begun to stick, but the flurries were enough to excite me. this poem is a bit more traditional that i usually write, but snow brings out the simplicity in me.
