Secret Ingredients
Blank
staring deep into
an empty sheet of paper
conjuring the muse
–
winter’s canvas-
a palette of pine
and fresh snow
Promise
a new day dawning
stale vestiges of the past
left by the roadside
–
first light-
the morning star
through hollow trees
Humid
grey curls of wet smoke-
the kiss of embers linger
on her ruby lips
–
midnight sweat-
a lazy ceiling fan
stirs the air
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