icicle thoughts form in
never ending breeze of October
juices cut off and I begin to change from
the green vibrancy to
yellow and brown tiredness
drizzle and snow dampens
wetness soaks into heart and soul
a carpet of numbness--------waiting
my grey hair keeps whispering
you’re getting old
time for the Grecian formula
time for the warmth
the blue
the green
the sun
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