Saturday, December 28, 2013

December


Winter came when I wasn't looking.
Gray, cold fog snakes between the trees,
ghosts around the foundation.
December came knocking at my door.

Gray, cold fog snakes between the trees,
cobbles glisten slick in the lamplight,
December came knocking at my door,
Mist fingers dancing circles of a waltz.

Cobbles glisten slick in the lamplight.
Grave chilled bone scaffolding hides
mist fingers dancing circles of a waltz,
enfolded in the arms of darkest night.

Grave chilled bone scaffolding hides
Winter that came when I wasn't looking.
Enfolded in the arms of darkest night,
singing ghosts around the foundation.


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