I love you
more in the Mid Atlantic.
You come only three or
four
times a winter and you never
over stay your welcome.
Thank you for keeping all the
crazy drivers at home
so you and I can have alone time
on the road.
You are gorgeous.
And even though I can't play
games with you like I did
in the Mountains,
I still put on my sweater, coat, gloves,
and hat --
and bath in your eternal bliss.
I owe you one snow.
For on this Saturday -- I think my depression will stay far away.
more in the Mid Atlantic.
You come only three or
four
times a winter and you never
over stay your welcome.
Thank you for keeping all the
crazy drivers at home
so you and I can have alone time
on the road.
You are gorgeous.
And even though I can't play
games with you like I did
in the Mountains,
I still put on my sweater, coat, gloves,
and hat --
and bath in your eternal bliss.
I owe you one snow.
For on this Saturday -- I think my depression will stay far away.
1 comment:
Loved your prose. I will not be enjoying the road with snow tomorrow should we receive the lovely white stuff. I hate, absolutely hate driving in snow...
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