Lunar Whiteness
by Tiris Byrd
Look upon the snow.
The moon has lit up the ground.
Thank you, bright beauty.
Late November Early December
by Tiris Byrd
Oh boy!
Oh gee!
It’s snowing already!
And every time I look outside,
The snow is getting heavy.
Oh great.
Oh man.
Put away the fan.
Cause with all this cold,
More cold can’t be the plan.
Aw jeez!
Come on!
Grey skies begin to spawn.
Ice covers the road,
Traffic gets slowed,
And earlier comes the hours of dawn.
