A sonnet for winter
There are snowflakes fallingfrom the skyand my cat is curled up happily watching themHe…
The smile protruded into the middle of the road.Something was amiss.
Sundays are generally for staring out atThe snow intoxicated and misplacedRegret and romantic…
I wonder what red snowflakes would look like;
a response to this prompt by Fierce Force for Chalkboard