Stuck on blackened spikes
and under stormy seas.
“Let’s go for a hike,”
my wife said to me.
Her sliver of sunlight
breaks through my fog,
a sparkling invite
to go for a little jog.
On a bed of autumn leaves
and crisp wisps of dew
the trees us receive
while I from black withdrew.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 5:15 AM UTC
Stuck on blackened spikes
and under stormy seas.
“Let’s go for a hike,”
my wife said to me.
Her sliver of sunlight
breaks through my fog,
a sparkling invite
to go for a little jog.
On a bed of autumn leaves
and crisp wisps of dew
the trees us receive
while I from black withdrew.