Scent of Spring

In the throes of winter

Mark Tulin
Feb 20 · 1 min read

I remember a Hazleton winter
The cars swerving off the road
Mountains of snow drifting ten feet high
The fierce winds showing no mercy

It was a relief to get out of the cold,
to be inside my father’s fruit store,
standing by the kerosene heater,
a refuge for my icy toes