A Wheel Barrow

A Wheel Barrow

The wind hollows—
the snow drifts piled high.

I set out—a wheel barrow in tow,
colored flowers
filled its trough. 

For a moment,
I could smell the fragrant
flowers…

as snowflakes
tickled my nose.

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