The snow surprised us.

Winter had a cold, wet child

Called January,

Writhing white, wriggling

Into crack and crevice.

Ice was changed to sleet,

Then sleet to rain, to malice.

By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.

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