when the house creaks from falling icicles
and the snow has been scraped from the driveway far too many times
that is when we sludge upstairs in our layers of greying sweaters
that is when we take out the box of summer vacation photos.
in them the grass is thick and deliciously green
and red squirrels belly up to new branches swaying above our heads
and we touch these beautiful things to our red and chapping noses.
and then I swear
just a bit of cool summer air
floats out
and lends a bit of sun to the midwinter.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
when the house creaks from falling icicles
and the snow has been scraped from the driveway far too many times
that is when we sludge upstairs in our layers of greying sweaters
that is when we take out the box of summer vacation photos.
in them the grass is thick and deliciously green
and red squirrels belly up to new branches swaying above our heads
and we touch these beautiful things to our red and chapping noses.
and then I swear
just a bit of cool summer air
floats out
and lends a bit of sun to the midwinter.
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