Friday, December 3, 2021

Good Morning Mushroom

Good morning icicle formed in the freeze
Air that exists in helix as I breathe
Good morning fog falling thick and heavy
Over my river and on my levee 
Good morning snail on my slippery concrete
Silver that sparkles and shines where you creep
Good morning mushrooms that house my fairy
Bending the blades of my grass as they weave
Good bye to panther, my moon, coyote
We will convene once again come this eve

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