Snow Ghosts
Driving back from Cape Cod, the snow began falling. For the first time in my life, I drove on an interstate cold enough to prevent snow from melting as the first few flakes of a snowstorm began. Within minutes, snow was gathering in small vortexes, pushed, pulled and finally spun by the wind from the cars around me. A hundred ghosts swirling into and out of my path.
Pictures from the frozen Cape to follow soon. Maybe tonight if I can tear my eyes off the storm outside.
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
*jealous*
Sigh. Next year maybe.
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