Tuesday, January 10, 2017

As January advances

A winter’s tale
Long nights and dim days
Hand on cat’s tail

No heave, ho!
Snow on the rusty freighter
But a seagull cries

Moon’s notchy sickle
A blaring siren passing
Hopefully not dad

To boldly go
As far as hell
But no one dares

Winter’s windy night
Light pouring from a window
Then darkness again

Deep clouds rushing by
Wind blowing though solemn trees
Crow’s tattered plumage

Truck’s throttle stirring
Throstle picks for worms in vain
Spring isn’t ready yet

Snow on forest road
Crow scraping in fallen leaves
Christmas is over

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