i watch the raindots
tap at frozen
sheeted
snow,
scattered bits of
drops bead
and slither down
cheeks into
slits
of winter’s
eyes,
prying lids to
keep from
going
weathered
blind,
if springtime’s coiled
and crouched in
tomorrow’s
step,
these feet would
rather forget.
Grumpy Gorman
igram: https://www.instagram.com/gèèrumpygo
..oh, never mind.
painting is acrylic on canvas.
I like this!
Thanks for taking the time to say it. 🙂