Friday, November 17, 2023

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

waiting on the rain,
dreaming that it shall begin
as a mist
sent to muddy my thoughts
before strengthening slightly
to a drizzle,
just enough to wet my hair
and alter the hue
of my shirt from ocean
to peacock,
cold enough
to have my breath
before my eyes
and shiver my bones,
the aches of years
before I trundle
back to warmth and light,

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