The Ugly Days of Late February

Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay

Round midnight, earth dreams cozily
under white blankets.  Days later,
roads once vibrant black as a grand piano
become gray, crusted with corrosive salt. 
Trees stripped, perfect illusion falling
like a naked old face. The smooth jazz
of hibernation turns to rude
not-yet-spring awakening.

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Written for Shay’s Word Garden Word List, RDP, dVerse, and loosely inspired by The Sunday Muse