Winter

Trembling winter birds

Bringing on the day’s fray.

Dragging like wedding

Celebrations through the mud.

Where are the cabs? The Santas? The lights?

Only winter blue, barely white with 

Fogged out headlights twinkling upon the hillside. 

Scary times ahead. Fly safe. 




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