Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Snow

 The seasons first snow

in a wintery storm,

from day to day 

a forevermore.


No tears to fall 

nor story to weep,

for tomorrow a chapter

less than bleak. 


Reaching , running 

yet standing still, 

too many mountains

and too many hills.

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