11-20-2018, 08:25 PM
As we cough cold into the forests
pale cascket, the burning cloak
of sunlight is taken down,
empty streets keep us fireside.
Snowfall beckons a lonely child
to follow a ball into the road,
the crunch and soft thud, laid still
as temperatures drop.
Frozen mourners gather mist on funeral days,
sharp black trees carry distant crow calls
around hard graves, weathervains only watch
as church-bells warn the town.
pale cascket, the burning cloak
of sunlight is taken down,
empty streets keep us fireside.
Snowfall beckons a lonely child
to follow a ball into the road,
the crunch and soft thud, laid still
as temperatures drop.
Frozen mourners gather mist on funeral days,
sharp black trees carry distant crow calls
around hard graves, weathervains only watch
as church-bells warn the town.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out