February Morning

umbrageous night

Clings to a sky of aspic

Sinews stretch

To demands

Of a coming day

Cold wind bites 

Deep to the bone

A February morning


With Tallow moon



Dawn breaks

Through swollen clouds

Saturated air hangs

In Sagging skies 

Ladened with intent

The Morning trickles 

slow eddies 

Twisting to

The sallow face

Of day

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◄ Boogeyman

The Weeping Tree ►


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