December sky.
Filled with secret gifts
and letters to Santa.
I can't tell if you are
blue-grey or grey-blue
or if I'm looking at
your cloud fortress correctly.
I could study you more easily
if you'd quit throwing snow
in my face.
YOU ARE READING
So I Don't Unravel: Poetry
PoesiaJennifer White's poetry focuses on her own experiences as a wife and mother in rural Idaho. She broaches the topics of relationships, death, and her reflections on life.
