Thursday, March 2, 2017

Poetic Asides refresh

Socking it to Winter

This may seem odd, but
when winter sets in forever
with black bare branches
against the dismal gray sky
and white snow all around
like a blank piece of paper,

I buy a big bag of bright socks.
So when starkness of winter
gets to me I gaze at and admire
my lime green, passionate purple,
hot pink, or flaming orange socks,
feeling cheered and refreshed.
It brings spring in my step. 

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