Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Fog

Fog nestled low in this snow
Curls about like ghosts
In dark, dull, iterated morn.
Street lamps glow on them,
Reveal unexpected eagerness --
My whim to merge in those drifts.

Winter lingers longer than shadows.

Disabusing coffee laps my lips.
I cannot savor hot brew, so
I cast one hypnotic eye out
This fluorescent-smeared scene.
Steam ascends divisive glass.
Ghosts haunt this home.

With spring will come the dew.
But, will I rise from my bed?