Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
My room facing south snow on mountain tops cocoa in a pot mist wafting through my room windows tightly shut murmurs from hallways noon traffic calm aroma of onion chili touch of soft wool yarn sun slips in at a slant autumn's waning glow my radiator coming on to banish wintry blows [177.280] Written for "The Whatever Contest." Word/Line Count: 12 lines |