Secret Ingredients
Soltice
the year’s longest night
herald the winter solstice
ere the morning comes
–
watching our breath-
the black of night
pierced by stars
Homeless
a torn cap worn low
collar turned against the wind
shrouded in darkness
–
a squalid doorway-
scant shelter from
the bitter cold
Mists
early morning haze
the pale tint of the full moon
just above the trees
–
first light-
the fog and I
rise together
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