Back bent, weighted only with promise,
lists, text books pressed into service;
this hill seems less steep at term end.
Each sweet flake of winter's meringue
beaten in a keen winds whip and whirl,
swirls about short school socks, knees;
ice packs our caked walk home.
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Comments
shoe | December 22, 2009 - 16:37
very, very lovely, a treat,:-}
lenchenelf | December 22, 2009 - 17:23
Thank you for your lovely comment :-) Seasons Greetings, Lena xxxx