
the day was cold
even if the thermometer didn’t indicate it
overcast and dreary
wind blowing
low pressure clouds
a bitter chill
from the car to the door
a frigid scurrying inside
even within the cold persisted
an isolated den
pondering what omen
the weather foreshadows
© 2022 Jason A. Muckley
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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