Blue January
sky, crisp air nips with whipping
wind. My face is cold
Seconds slip past and I feel
this new year sliding away.
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Blue January
Backyard
Palm trees sway in the
backyard quiet gurgle of
the waterfall fall-
-ing into the pool, crows caw
as I close my eyes to sleep
Liked this poem? Try Rain Pours or Destruction.
Rain Pours
Rain pours, morning sky
glows gray fog settles low and
warm scent of coffee
flowers through the apartment
pups soft snore, murmurs in bed.
Liked this poem? Read Destruction or Waking.
Destruction
Waking
I slipped out of dreams
Mind wandering into the
Mornings glow and I
Forgot what year it is and
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