the scent of snowfall
chases leaves down the sidewalk
tempers fraying words
the bungalows watch
too wrapped in their polite love
their clipped box hedges
so we turn and walk
in different directions
I catch bitter flakes
Writer
the scent of snowfall
chases leaves down the sidewalk
tempers fraying words
the bungalows watch
too wrapped in their polite love
their clipped box hedges
so we turn and walk
in different directions
I catch bitter flakes