A Winter's Eve Drive Home
The snow
covered ground
accentuated chameleon
leaves quietly hanging
from stoic branches
of proud trees piercing
chilling spaces
of the coming eve.
Above in the cold
silhouetted sky
the coming full moon
briefly peeked out
before the slow passing
of dark veiling clouds.
Below, a snaking trail
of red lights
made their slow crawl
across this winter canvas
of nature’s brush.
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