An afternoon
deep in the throes
of winter
a soft blanket
strewn onto
a plaid sofa
in a room quiet enough
to hear the moaning winter
the gathering storm plots
each flake of drifting snow
each drop of frozen rain
spurs the howling wind upon windowsills
shout out to bitter days
season of dormancy
flinging itself
on the north corner
of a frame house
now all birds have flown
no place in this cold
these early days
brief as an uncertain bloom
dawn and cease
with the ticking of
the old mahogany clock in the corner
and if splendor comes
it is white and crisp
dissolving the totality of
life's mourning
into a cold, brisk rain
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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