Lonely Winter CrossroadsA Poem by JC
The snow is coming down,
Making me squint at a time I'd like them to be wide open, Observing the beauty of this winter night. In the distance, A lone red light sways In the center of a crossroads, The wind orchestrating A kind of maniacal symphony, Making the tree branches Seem like the limbs of lunatics. I listen to the coyotes High pitched howls and squeals, Wondering if she will ever Experience these moments with me... © 2016 JC |
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