crisp breathsmoke
& the frost sucks in
cigarettes
crisp breathsmoke
& the frost sucks in
cigarettes
gazing o’er
the bluefrost highway
orange streetlamp
holiday sun ~
mother mary &
diet coke
winter dusk ~
afar loom ghostly
shadow firs
in the sun
the fir makes circles
in the snow
thru frostgrass
twigs & crisp leaves jogs
lone black crow
Long evening ~
taste-testing my salad,
Herr Samsa.
november ~
oak cloaks itself with
sunshine fog
dour autumn
but summerscarce grass
crowd with leaves
fall day
a speckled cement pole greets
so what