sleepy snow eyes
opening on a world turned
white overnight
On Friday the 13th, freezing rain, followed by snow. In the morning I go out to clear the windshield, laughing to see the half-lidded "eyes" on the pickup truck cover.
Snow lies crumpled on the slanted windows where it slid down the slick panes.
In town, a lone sycamore leaf lies beside a water runoff grate, the last leaf of fall on the first snow of winter.
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