My OperaStill Falling
Saturday, December 10, 2011 7:42:42 AM
We shrug our shoulders to brace against the cold.
And hover over coffee
To watch the winter unfold.
Daring to walk,
You whisper under the cold hush
Still kicking the leaves,
One yells over the rush
Of wind and
Its coldness
Believing the fray of fallen adornment of trees
Will soon give way
in a gentle breeze
to the first white snowflake.
We wait
And we wait...
JMR
December 9, 2011
