POEM - Premonition

 PREMONITION

(Copyright 2020, by Dave Kiffer)
It is not the sharp
Intake of cold air.
Nor is it the snow
Creeping downhill.
Not even the rising pile
of ice melt at Safeway.
It is the bone clicking
That sounds like dice.
The fresh snow tires
Chattering the asphalt.
On the too soon
To be covered roads.

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