| Another rainy day has
turned to snow. You sip your cabernet and turn the page of a book you love, pretending not to know another rainy day has turned to snow and frozen everything I’d hoped would grow… but me; I grab my boots and skip the rage as another rainy day has turned to snow. You sip your cabernet and turn the page.
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If you have any comments about this poem, Marybeth Rua-Larsen would be
pleased to hear from you.
