Frosty the Windshield

Dizain poem

Crystals connect, forming a bond so tight 

To glass, dressed to impress in frosty shroud.

‘Tis not a warm greeting in dawn’s first light,

When time is precious, now glass must be plowed.

“We have to go,” says a mama out loud,

For a missed school bus throws off a whole day.

Engine on, windows down, they’re on their way.

A dog’s-eye view is exhilarating,

Cheeks flap in the wind, hair in disarray. 

Numb, she now scrapes at the bus stop.. waiting.

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