BLACKBERRY WINTER
by Gelia Dolcimascolo
Snow pelts down aslant.
I pop open my giant umbrella,
trudge across the campus quad,
my boots laced tight against the slush.
Lost on their cell phones,
only a few students mill about.
No surprise there –
it’s the Deep South.
Do the Canada geese
who’ve come to roost
on the grass by Building D