Cold alone....

The sun sets fast alone, dim angel heads bowed, crossed fingers icy indoors, as still unloved trees shiver silent.

Lone people passby somewhere next-door, as shady daylight goes yellowy grey, no birds or squirrel stir now.

I pray for love, on a cold Thor's day, coffee steaming hot as I write, that something good comes soon, along with that chilly New Moon.


Submitted: November 04, 2021

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