The windshield is too warm
to be cold’s companion.
The pavement muffles sound
from the fiery engine’s progress.
Snowflake falls asleep
against a black asphalt mattress,
weary retiree,
nap time is his only retreat.
It’s too late to accumulate possessions
ins such a fragile state,
the loneliest,
falling to a final resting place.
© 2023 | K. Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
“Snowflake falls asleep
against a black asphalt mattress”
😍
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Thank you.💜
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Ha.. fun to see winter from the snow’s perspective. So many good lines here…love it.
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Thank you, Judy. We had little more than hopeful flakes this year.
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Great contrasts of winter’s chill from safely within the warmth. Glad he’s out of the cold! 🙂
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Yes, it’s all heavy rain and heavy eyelids here today. Thanks for these comments.💜
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snow is temporary, as is everything. great post
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Thank you, Beth. It’s a good reminder of the brevity of it all. Sometimes these days feel long.
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cold glass
hard to keep clean
like my addictions
can i ever wean?
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Blades and clarity
Remain to be seen.
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charity truth is a crism
and life refelcts light as a prism
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