snow falling
between the rain
the pavement becomes a black hole
sucking out the light
I return hoping
but the house is cold
and I must find
my own dinner.
Make it take out. 🙂
😉
Ah, winter.
I usually go with, “ARG! Winter!” but to each his own! 🙂
The call of the crock pot gets louder!
Love the crock pot.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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Make it take out. 🙂
😉
Ah, winter.
I usually go with, “ARG! Winter!” but to each his own! 🙂
The call of the crock pot gets louder!
Love the crock pot.