freezing rain – Page 2 – The Morning Porch

February 2, 2011 by Dave Bonta

The rain has stopped; the forest cracks and crashes. Fallen branches ring the dead cherry, each bearing a row of broken teeth.

February 1, 2011 by Dave Bonta

The sleet whose ticking woke me at 6:00 has stopped. Five degrees below freezing. I stick out my arm and hear raindrops hitting my sleeve.

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