covers the dead maple leaves
& city roads
soft as river sands
filling in all the emptiness-
hours with greys & bloodless sky
where are the birdsongs & bees?
my pen hears them, scratching
away the icy blues of the long night-
winter's breath is tangerine
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Cherishing the Cherita by Laura Bloomsbury. Thanks for your visits and comments.