An early photo of today's storm, ganked from Chris Dork's FB page.
The white world
absorbs me as yet another obstacle to STI
whipping winds.
If I fly away, I remember in spring
with the lions and the daffodils.
For I will sing to you still,
clovered Through Your toes up and down
Through the pinkness of cherry blossoms.
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