Rachel's Floetry

December’s confused. Trees like bulging veins, blighting silver skies. Clawing angrily for blankets on unsalted grounds, and toothless winds.   Lace-less buildings and unglazed streets! Exposed knees, 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…