As Sweet as it Gets – A Mistress Bradstreet Stanza

extinguishing with the slow-rising sun:

one by one, street lamps fading, turning cold.

snow, great hoary spirals,

swept cross tattered roofs. frozen folds

layering the lofty, languid treeline:

rows of imposing black oak and red pine.

crueler than can be told.

pastry landscape, a powder sugar dusted bun.

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