Winter
A light drifting of snow on the path.I pause, look up
Rain slides across the light
From the street lamp.
Cold. I put my hands in my pockets
Hunch my shoulders
Pause with that thought.
And others
Drifting in, sliding across my mind
Inconsequential, yet deathly.
Thoughts.
posted by Moggy @ 4:00 PM
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