Antlers

She walked in the store

Arms full of reduced squash

Wearing antlers on her head

In the middle of February.

 

Why are you wearing antlers I said

 

Child,

she smiled

These are not even my Christmas antlers

Those are green and red

I jingle as I go with the flow

It's about to snow up a storm out there and I need to ready to fly my little heart away

These are my winter antlers

 

Is winter your favorite season I said

 

 

There is a reason for every season

I can't pick me a favorite 

Reason for every season

 

I smiled and handed her back her squash

She paid her balance

 

 

Reason for every season

she murmured leaving the store.

 

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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