Montrous
Snow peaks, huddled at
Road edges, yard edges
Crowd the winter in.
Barely room for me to slither by
In my repressed Town & Country.
I remember you,
snow, as
Individual, unique
Flakes, and I feel
The same lonely.
Montrous
Snow peaks, huddled at
Road edges, yard edges
Crowd the winter in.
Barely room for me to slither by
In my repressed Town & Country.
I remember you,
snow, as
Individual, unique
Flakes, and I feel
The same lonely.
