Winter Frost
So...
this is winter, my friend
ice on the windshield
like flint
my freezing fingers fumble
for the keys.
The engine rattles
in reply
to my bumbling fingers
as the hibernating creatures
heckle me from their haunts
buried deep in the ground.
Bio: Mark Nenadov lives in Essex, Ontario, Canada with his lovely
wife and their baby daughter. Mark's poems have appeared in publications
such as Wilderness House Literary Review, WestWard Quarterly, Three
Line Poetry, Northern Michigan University's The Lightkeeper, Driftwood
Bay, Calvary Cross, and Pif Magazine.
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