Early Morning Snow

I hear the racket of the plows

Clearing the streets of snow

I hear the tires of passing cars

In no rush as they go


The ranged lights of the parking lot

Make the fresh snow-coat shine

And then I turn to write my song

Not perfect but it's mine

Poetry by Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-02-24 at 08:11

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely reflective, Thomas.