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Friday, January 29, 2010

Purely cold today
So cold that I cannot smell
The scent of winter

Pale prints in the snow
Another night guest come and gone
About its business

Like the tide going
out, my cold releases its
grip - my brain returns.

Snow laces branches
The landscape is white again
"I'm back", says winter.

When I pass I hope
To leave more memories than
Furniture and bills

January snow
Retreats, showing dull brown grass
Ice storm now likely

My Einstein hair shifts
To bouffant beauty queen hair
Hairspray not needed.