December Pictures

fog licks the cedars with a lover's tongue and a mobile of geese hangs over the mountains you play air-guitar homage to a decade long gone as your son sleeps against my shoulder heart of the artist eye of the beholder a millennium is poised in the balance as fireworks mock austere and distant stars we twine cold fingers in frosted darkness while one tear for past and future times slides to oblivion eye of the artist heart of the beholder