The snow has gotten in the way of everything.
Homes have been turned into
gingerbread houses
topped with sugar.
The very sight
of our mudroom fills me with ennui,
And I feel white and cold.
And a false step sends one plunging
up to the waist in snow.
And i feel white and cold and confused.
I feel like a snowman.
maegan trafford
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-feel-35/
