simple preferences

sifting through the ruined things
interior can sometimes be gold
making it seem like not even bronze unless
persistence applied is just the right amount
letting a little digging help us both out
eventually nothing really surprises anymore
plenty of time to talk about the new days
red cloud matches the leaves that fall
easing into winter’s grasp
fidgeting before the storm begins to hit
equal parts hungry and hibernating
raising the temperature and
even doing what mom used to do like
needing to wrap in a blanket fresh out of the dryer
cups of hot chocolate taste better that way
empty bowls where the ice cream was
some days are just perfect from beginning to end
  
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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