Tinker Posted March 23, 2013 Share Posted March 23, 2013 Through the Mist The gray dawn yawns without the sun in sight, the autumn sky shifts with a misty cobweb of fog. Through the wet film the tree’s green takes on a dusty shade without reflection, just a tinge of its former self dares intrude. A clammy chill lies on my skin spreading cold up to the base of my neck, like a screech too shrill. Mornings like these I want to crawl back to my cocoon, that warm spot buried deep beneath our downy quilt and dream of you beside me on a summer afternoon. --- Judi Van Gorder Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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