Monday, November 21, 2011

Cold

The cold bite of evening frost is made all the harder

By the unexpected warmth of the past day’s sun

The clear shine of the moon’s rise

Kills all beneath it and chases summer finally away

The cold ache of winter drives the promise of spring

To the cold edge of darkness

-- Chris Pesotski - November, 2011- Medford, NJ


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