A crab made from a crisp bag
Saunters precariously across the kerb
The face in the tree branches
Catches my eye
The waving mist from car fumes
Makes the world seem hazy
Reflections on the water
Mirror my mood
Car lights like ants
Flow along the sprawling roads
Ice covers trees like greyness of the aged
Cold and numb to touch
A sun ray shines like the light bulb
That illuminates my study
Darkness covers the sky
Like the secrets behind the cupboard door