Trees like bulging veins,
blighting silver skies.
Clawing angrily for blankets
on unsalted grounds,
and toothless winds.
and unglazed streets!
and clip-less teeth!
Frost-less windows are causing distress!
The season’s in limbo,
and the trees undressed!
The mist polishes us ’till we glisten.
Until the roads mirror like diorite –
Until the white creeps up the glass –
Until we shiver into lisps,
and our cheeks florid.
– Rachel R. Vasquez, February 2016
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