Winter Arrives In a Coffee Mug
Autumn fell away suddenly
snow came
to kiss the ground gently
then it laid down to sleep.
The mornings are wet now,
trees shiver naked
in a junkyard wind, running
unchained.
Hot black coffee means much more
now that daylight lingers late,
the dark brew in the mug
takes longer to awaken,
it has to dream on a little.
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