Misty Morning

Misty-MorningMisty morning

Damp, clinging blanket

Icy wheedling fingers

Into every crevice and crack

The trees a hazy, spectral vision

Winter-breathed image upon smoked glass slide

 

 

 

About Bobby Seal

Freelance writer, poet and psychogeographer
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