The empty house
across the street
has a snow-laden
roof like Mont Blanc’s
glorious summit
glittering in the morning light
since no life exists beneath
no warmth to melt
the suffocating pile
of winter cold
TR
Tag: Poem
Snow Day
Watch all day as the old classic car
across the street gradually disappears
Try to count the falling flakes
but naturally have to stop
Our little two-foot pine tree
slowly submerges in snow
Just an overall relaxing day
TR
Reality Check
Heavy snowfall predicted
for tonight, tomorrow
that means Snow-Day but
walked by the window
an hour ago
sun shining
depressing me
just now checked again
high clouds but brightly lit
how can I say it precisely?
Glowingly gloomy
Predictions and reality
don’t always coincide
TR
Reading Passions
The heating unit rattled
a student in the other room tapped his desk
some students down the hall chatted
the heating unit ceased, and then somebody in my room sniffled
forcing me to glance up and seek the cause of the abnormal noise
a fellow teacher reading a book while holding a white nose tissue, crying
and I gently asked my fellow teacher if she cried or just suffered a sinus attack
(already knowing the answer)
and she, barely looking up from the book
nodded in assent to one or both of the questions
returning to a very emotional story
while I delicately returned to my computer
leaving her to drown happily in the sea of literarily initiated passions
TR
Dust or Wind
Yellow dust storm
not anything like last week’s brown dust storm
but still leaving the same enigmatic question
How can dust be a storm?
Only the wind can stir up dust
to fly in the air thousands of miles
so new seeds find themselves in
different parts of the country
and new allergies can evolve
in vulnerable noses like mine
during yellow dusty wind storm
TR
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