It is laying in two feet of snow
that I realize,
whether crystals of ice
or leafy bough
nature already provides
the best beds I know.
So, just got over a level three snow emergency in this part of town. In case you're one of the lucky folks who don't know what a level 3 is, it's when you're not allowed to go out on the roads because it's too dangerous. Only emergency vehicles or cops, hence the fact that you can be arrested if caught driving.
I love sleeping in snow~♥
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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