Con-Fews >>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Con-Fews >>>>



I run out of my car
run into house empty
and cold; wind slapping
my windows to submission
so as rain pouring hard
what's going on, I just
came from snow flurries

weather changes so fast
amazing we can't keep up
I am wondering what; next
summer tomorrow or flood
I need my hot chocolate
and very warm long rest

Friday, January 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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