Nov 20, 2005

Ode to Frost

The pavement shone like silver
in the reflection of the morning sky
as the bus bobbed and gently rocked along
smoothly rolling its way through the dark silhouetted forest
along the windy tree infested seaside road.

The tips of the pines and cedars
Swayed in the gusts of chill pacific winds
as the trees became ever greener and greener
from the slow rise of the golden sun.

I can let yesterday go
and release the past
into this crisp new day
remembering only the good.

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