Evening Gown of Yesterday
After days of fog
Moths eat away the slip of winter
Pieces of the New Year
Drift as ash into spring
Eyes waiting abhorrently
While midnight clasps the last remnants
Tomorrow becomes the butler
Escorting the sun
Rays peel open the solstice
Tattered wings flutter towards
The lamppost of February
Sealed in pocket mirrors…
Copyright © Jason Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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