The snow sneaks
Thick, slick flakes
Cold, crystalline
Sky scrapings
Sparkle spun
Like struck steel
Sun streaked.
— Mark Gallagher

The Elopement
She left her teddy bear at home
And lots of rubbish on the floor.
I made my way into her room
And opened up the closet door.
Her clothes were gone, and there instead
Was a note which I quickly read:
“Got married. And we’re going away.”
I went to the window, to the light of day
To read again what she had to say.
So many years,
So many hopes
Dissevered.
— Iris Culver Meadows

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