Fog stumbled in,
shuffling on shrubs,
tripping on curbs.
How it mocked
the low-beams,
and licked what
was left of the
last snowfall.
December crawl.
Visibility: one quarter
mile ‘til Christmas.
Quarter smile.
Fog stumbled in,
shuffling on shrubs,
tripping on curbs.
How it mocked
the low-beams,
and licked what
was left of the
last snowfall.
December crawl.
Visibility: one quarter
mile ‘til Christmas.
Quarter smile.
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The flip side of the over the top excitement of anticipating Christmas.
Good to read one of your poems again.
Thanks for your time and thoughts.