Morning Poem #2, January 5, 2017


The storm will come and close us in

We’ll be then what we once had been

A living town with stores and inns

Children with their coats and grins.


Chimneys smoking, windows steamed

Then sunshine on the mountain gleamed.

copyright 2017

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