December Morn

Pale gray clouds slowly slide

across an even paler sky.

Tiny drops of rain dot my jacket.

Knox sniffs every fallen leaf.

Vultures circle overhead.

Still, my mood is brighter

than the day.

JDG

This entry was posted in poetry.

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