Breath Plumes

Cold
chills the land
in dry
crunch grass
and the crackling
of thick ice
while mountains
await
being tucked in
by a blanket
of snow

I miss being numb

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Somewhere To Hide

Lets crawl
through the dry brush
and dip low
to slip
under low hanging
boughs
so that the drip
of mossy tendrils
and brush
of spiny needles
can hide us away
from the world
beyond

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Life Among the Cracks

Tiny little leaves
that climb
between the rocks
in vibrant splashes
of green and purple
preening
among concrete’s
sandy cracks.

If it weren’t so cold
I could sit
and admire them
for hours

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The Lake

Breathless
sweaty
muscles ache
and burn
as the flush
of ascention
heats the flesh
and the water
looks so
inviting
Don’t let
the beauty
fool you tho…
it’s cold.

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The Shoe Suckers

Slompy, sticky
wet and Mooshy
hard soles trek
through sucking gunk
that clings and tugs
with every step
a thief
the muck
tie laces tight
or cold and wet
will come and nip
protected tips
of warm dry toes

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The Last Breath

The world sighs
as light blooms
bright and golden
from western skies
as the sun
gasps
its last goodbyes
before darkness
blankets the world
and all
slips into silence.

I had to pull over to take a picture of the sun about to set as I was on my way home.

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