for the poem thing, hot chocolate

The clouds hang low in the Blue Ridge,Touching the mountaintops with gentle caresses.Like lovers having missed one another’s presence.The rains stop and the mist rises,Meeting the clouds in swirling dances.Steam rises from my mug,And gets beaten back by the damp chill.I pull the layers of sweaters closer,And relish the ceramic warmth in my palm.I lookContinue reading “for the poem thing, hot chocolate”

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