poem- the day after

poem- the day after November 12, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:02 pm
Tags: black, cold, dark, first snow, metaphor, poem, poetry, winter

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.

6 Responses to “poem- the day after”

Jarrod C Says:
November 12, 2015 at 7:44 pm
Make it take out. 🙂

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  November 12, 2015 at 11:01 pm
  😉
  
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vjearle Says:
November 13, 2015 at 2:17 pm
Ah, winter.

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  November 13, 2015 at 2:54 pm
  I usually go with, “ARG! Winter!” but to each his own! 🙂
  
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righteousbruin9 Says:
November 13, 2015 at 8:16 pm
The call of the crock pot gets louder!

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  November 14, 2015 at 11:48 am
  Love the crock pot.
  
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