More poems for Express It In Eight.
The road through winter,
graded now as we approach
the end - a T-junction and (perhaps)
a turn for the brighter.
‘Tis about now that we tire,
all of us, and snow’s still pretty
but cold is wearing us thin;
we long for the sun’s return.
Line Count: 8
For Express It In Eight, February 16 2021
Prompt: Photo of a winter street.