Winter Morn

by Douglas Polk


hoarfrost everywhere,
surreal,
the sky dark and gray,
a Russian fairy tale,
with peasants and monsters,
tragic and sad,
as only a Russian fairy tale can be,
a siren wails,
probably the result of the slippery roads,
brings one back to the everyday,
wishing instead,
my life a Russian fairy tale,
tragic and sad.

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