Little Blue Car

“I couldn’t conjure snow in July and so my story went into the shredder. We’ll try this instead …”

I wrote this poem for the following prompt.
Sadje’s What Do You See – picture above

Little Blue Car

Little blue car sitting in the snow
The poor thing was ready to go
Buried in an avalanche of white
It vanished over night

With snow up to the roof rack
It couldn’t go forward or back
There was nothing to do but wait
For its owners to ski and skate

Then when the sun was felt
The snow began to melt
Allowing the blue car to emerge
Still sitting on the grass verge

With ice on the ground
The little blue car was found
It’s engine started with a turn of the key
Life returned to set it free

The little car hated the snow
And so home it would go
From then on it would decline
To go out unless the sun did shine

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