poemsandponderings

the ordinary ponderings of a closet poetess

Monday, December 12, 2005

Frosted

The yesterday my life seemed full of frosting... I had frosted flakes for breakfast, I scraped and inch of frost off my brother's windshield, I crunched through layers of frosty fallen leaves, and watched frost vines grow on the window panes next to my computer. I spent an hour traversing the malls where people gave me frosty stares as they hustled by, trying to get to that next perfect sale. I nearly crashed my car when my tires slid on the frost-slicked road when some unthinking driver pulled an illegal u-turn at a light. I arrived safely home, however and made sugar cookies. I ended my day painting the cookies with vividly dyed green, red,yellow and white frosting.

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