
                                                                           Winter
                                                            The street cars are
                                                            like frosted cakes --
                                                            All covered up
                                                            with cold snowflakes.  
                                                            The horses hoofs
                                                            Scrunch on the street;
                                                            Their eyelashes
                                                            Are white with sleet.
                                                           And everywhere
                                                           The people go --
                                                           With faces tickled
                                                           By the snow.
                                                             ~Dorothy Aldis~
2 comments:
It definitely feels like winter out there this morning!
Pretty poem..
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