poem

“The sun was absent today.

The bitter cold hounds of the wind tore through my jacket with every hypothermic blast.

With each gust, I felt a little bit of color leave my face.

The sky was cramped with clouds, the promise of a later shower.

No.

These were not rain clouds at all.

Plus, the temperature was below freezing.

Mom would have to get home before the storm.

If not, she’d be trapped in dunes of snow.

With no rays to melt the icy whiteness, she would be doomed.

The sun was absent today.”

Amy Bohon, Sunless

12/1/08