Cold But No Cigar
No cigar— a narrowly missed success, in this poem happily missed.
COLD BUT NO CIGAR
Rainy today, cold enough for warm pajamas.
Yellow nest of autumnal loveliness.
Picturesque before starkness fills the pane.
Incisors of another season, threatening
to pinch me with impending Winter—
not so fast, dying my hair green!
10/29/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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