(An Elfje series)
White
snow falls.
Is there enough
to build a snowman?
No.
Icy
Arctic blast,
snow, sleet; biting
rain washes snow away.
Gone.
Wind
roars through
the rigging; an
angry beast out for
blood.
In
the Marina,
on board the boat,
keeping warm. No sailing
today.
© Elizabeth Leaper