After the Last Winter Storm
by Jenifer DeBellis
Snow falls into the cold that has become our world.
Brittle leaves blanket the yard, peek
through milky film that collects on fallen ash
limbs & scattered brush loosed by last night’s storm.
Over coffee, we talk about the weather, debate
the existence of climate change. You ask me to pass
the sugar, say the coffee is bitter this morning.
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