Frozen Fingers
Frozen fingers reaching down
Silvery tips pointed toward the ground
No matter it long or short
Breath of air determines its unjointed contort
Grabbing the Sun’s light of day
Glowing and gleaming with each flickering ray
More than five fingers on its icy hand
The reach of each extended by cold wet sand
Tapping sound of drip, drip, drip
Wiggling goodbye, while releasing a tired grip
By: Richard J. Long
February 2014
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