Today's poem and photo don't match in subject matter. Maybe in color/tone...either way, here they both are.
April Snowstorm 12:38 a.m.
Woman shadow detaches
from the black mass of house
across the street, shields face
from the breath-blade of
the North Wind as she
picks her way, carefully,
down the steps, wet snow
pulling her ankles, to the
low, cold cave of her car.
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