#259

Finely slice the veg,

Finely slice my finger off.

Now it is non-veg.

#258

No cars - only kids,

We ruled the streets with our games.

Childhood outside.

#257

The end of the snow

When snowman remnants remain.

Sentinels of fun.

#256

Through bathroom windows

It always looks much better.

Even when it’s frost.

#255

Bright and white and light 

Powdered snow covers the ground.

It’s so cold, it aches.

#254

Grass tops poke through snow,

Boots flatten and expose more.

The most snow in years.

#253

Stones of whites and greys

Mark lives lived like rotting teeth.

All is transient.