It’s All an Allusion

First draft written on the back of a grocery list. Image by Rachel B. Baxter

Cold is sneaking in through every crevice,
cows are grazing on the deadening fields,
I’m thinking about the warmth of your embrace.

It is winter in Indiana,
black crows fly agains a dark sky
that makes it look like night early in the morning.

I’m looking forward to things,
unlike winters in the past —
discount shopping for Christmas,
Notre Dame in the playoff,
the smiles on my children’s faces
when twinkle lights illuminate these long nights.

Poems I alluded to:
Tweeting Poetic
i brake for birds.
Sleeping Through Christmas
December